Smoking a large man's cigar
In a place called Sammy's
Although she's really twenty -nine
She likes records from the sixties
They remind her of the good old times
And after some wine and scotch
Rosie starts to let it hang out
Throws the glass at the mirror
And asks Big Max for a pen
She writes a letter to the Vatican
I'm gonna write a letter to him
Dear Pope, send me some soap
And a bottle of Bombay gin
I thought I'd write a letter to him
Dear Pope, send me some hope
And no one stops her, we all lend a hand
We all knew her before she got this mad
We just hold her until the
what only the heart knows
what only the heart knows
I wanna hear some Diana Ross
I want to hear a little bit of Marvin Gaye
that reminds me of a bad ass day
Rosie Slick tries to stand up
She slices a pretty girl in the mouth
And running to the jukebox
She tries to put a quarter in
She says, I've had enough of you men
And I'll never say yes again
It's His holiness or noth
So she writes a letter to the Vatican
I'm gonna write a letter to Him
Dear Pope, send me some soap
and a bottle of Bombay gin
I'm gonna write a letter to him
Dear Pope, send me some hope
And no one stops her, we all lend a hand
See, we all knew her before
what only the heart knows
what only the heart knows
what only the heart knows
what only the heart knows
what only the heart knows
what only the heart knows