Rita Rose - Arno

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

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Never spoke spoke French with me

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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