Rosemary in Red

Rosemary paints her room all red
She paints her windows and she paints her bed
So when she lays here on the carpet
She’ll paint you too
Rosemary takes her painted arms
Points at the ceiling where the paint drips from
She doesn’t know if it’s her blood
Or the ceiling on fire

Rosemary has finger paints
Across her body, they are colored red
So many heads, and you know
They are not all yours
Still, you touch her and she touches you
She feels like fire, and she’s bleeding too
You’ll kiss the thorns of her rose
She holds in her teeth

And she makes me
Oh, she makes me
Oh, she makes me
Oh, she makes me

Rosemary paints herself all red
She paints her body, and she paints her head
So when she cuts herself
She doesn’t know that she bleeds
Then she’ll lay down on top of you
She won’t explain what she does to you
But you’re as red as the rose
She shoves in her mouth

And she makes me
Oh, she makes me
Oh, she makes me
Oh, she makes me so sad

She makes me
She makes me
She makes me
She makes me so sad