Rosie, is the type of girl, who likes to sleep above, but you can't get into her bed cause it's one in one out and now she's grown so tired of all those dark and crazy nights she wants to settle down, and see the world and all its sights
but she's lost, in all that she has done wrong, she doesn't know, where her heart should belong, she carries on, believe in that it won't belong, until the day, someone takes her away
If only she thought so much better of herself and maybe men would treat so with some dignity as well but she didn't line and took her all as long as someone did and when she finally open up well they just run and hit
cause she's lost, in all that she has done wrong, she doesn't know, where her heart should belong, she carries on, believe in that it won't belong, until the day, someone takes her away
She's never known a simple life, she's only ever known those ones whose ships pass in the night, she wants to change whats wrong for right, she's never seen the world or seen Paris late at night, late at night.
Rosie sees the world now in a whole new different light, she's pulling up and muddels and now putting up a fight, she's hid herself away from all those dark and drunken nights and chose to carry on into Parisian bright-light
cause she's lost, in all that she has done wrong, she doesn't know, where her heart should belong, she carries on, believe and that it won't belong, until the day, someone takes her away
She's never known a simple life, she's only ever known those ones whose ships pass in the night, she wants to change what's wrong for right, she's never seen the world or seen Paris late at night, late at night.