Rose Marie  by David Jones © 1977

She places his letter in her cupboard

Smashes his picture on the wall

Hides her face in her fingers

And trying not to stumble she falls

She told herself he'd always keep her

Keep her forever and a day

Now that he's gone life's gotten steeper

And you know what the neighbors say

Poor Rose Marie

Peek through her windows and you'll agree

A woman by nature but much too free

Poor Rose Marie

If you were her neighbor then you'd agree

She's forty-two but doesn't look it

Mingling on a barroom floor

For extra cash sometime she hooks it

Or sells Avon from door to door

Last Saturday night she pulled the trigger

Nobody knew it 'til today

Everyone said it didn't figure

But you know what the neighbors say

Poor Rose Marie

Peek through her windows and you'll agree

A woman by nature but much too free

Poor Rose Marie

If you were her neighbor then you'd agree

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Poor Rose Marie

Peek through her windows and you'll agree

A woman by nature but much too free

Poor Rose Marie

If you were her neighbor then you'd agree