Rosita

It was rain for a year
Drop for drop and tear for tear
On the girl who wouldn’t stand out in a crowd
She was born to the son
Of a mini van salesman
On an early August morning under clouds
Sweet romance, like her dreams
Came in Spinster Magazine
Her Romeo was on page 33
He buys her diamond rings
He’s always listening
He tells her everything
All those things that a girl would ever want to hear
But that’s not truly love Rosita dear
On a plane
Bags are packed
With The Bell Jar on her lap
And a half devoured Harlequin novella
You are much
Much too young
To be leaving with no one
But Fabio in black jeans
He’ll give her Mexico
Tied up in a bow
And all the girls she knows green with envy
Wishing they met one as cavalier
But that’s not truly love Rosita dear
Bridge:
Ooooo there was a time you gave
Your heart and soul away
Now, all that you give is up
Don’t lose the love you save
He’ll give her Mexico
Tied up in a bow
And all the girls she knows green with envy
Wishing they met one as cavalier
But that’s not truly love Rosita.
Romantic dinner date
He’ll never show up late
And all the girls you HATE are green with envy
Wishing they met one as cavalier
But that’s not truly love Rosita dear