Peering through doorways,
Whistling down the hallways,
Thinking 'bout the replays,
I'm loving her in more ways,
Walking through an orchard, I climb my favorite tree,
Thinking how I once loved, Rosalie.

I sit and watch all the old maids, as they walk on down the aisles,
Puffing on their cigarettes govong gentlemen the smiles,
Sitting in a lobby they waste their lives away,
Cosmetic flesh slowly turning into darkned clay,
Loke my Rosalie.

Now Rosaliem she's a bad girl but she's a good girl just the same,
Mother, father, friends and kin say forget about, forget about her name,
But I think about the lovely orchard, I think about the lovely tree,
I find it hard to forget aboutm Rosalie, Rosalie.

Marie is mild, but Rosalie is soft in style.

Peering though doorways,
Whistling down the hallways,
Whinking 'bout the replays,
Loving her in more ways,
Walkin through an orchard, I climb my favorite tree,
Thinking how I once loved, Rosalie, Rosalie.