Rita Rose

She sang with a voice Fresh as a cool mountain river That could wave Madam Butterfly goodbye She could cut my wrist With a smile like shoeshine While her eyeballs rolling like Stromboli Rita Rose never spoke French with me Her skin white as snow She blew the darkness out of my head She could eat tiger balls on toast Rita Rose never spoke French with me Rita Rose Rose Rose Never spoke spoke French with me Rita Rose Rose Rose Never spoke spoke French with me She was a madness in my life She could walk out of the jungle With her Eyelashes Intact Het teeth white as snow They seemed not her own She could kill a bull with her flamingo eyes Rita Rose never spoke French with me Rita Rose never spoke French with me Rita Rose Rose Rose Never spoke spoke French with me Rita Rose Rose Rose Never spoke spoke French with me Rita Rose Rose Rose Never spoke spoke French with me Rita Rose Rose Rose Never spoke spoke French with me Rita Rose Rose Rose Never spoke spoke French with me Rita Rose Rose Rose Never spoke spoke French with me