Lyrics

Rosemary lives on the 13th floor
Surrounded by her shrines
She prays to god for security
For me she hasn't got the time

Rosemary can't you see? You're living in this misery
Don't pull your shade on me, I could show you many things

Her mother comes on Tuesday night
The beauty & the beast
I don't think that they talk to much
But she really throws a feast

Don't be afraid, don't be alarmed
I wouldn't hurt you, I wouldn't do you no harm
Don't be afraid, now don't be shy
I wouldn't hurt you, I wouldn't hurt a fly

I wonder if she noticed me, 'cross 47th street
I think that I'd be mortified, if our eyes would meet

Rosemary can't you see, you're living in this fantasy
Don't pull your shade on me, I could show you many things