Rosy sits inside a bar
Smoking a large man's cigar
In a place called Sammy's
on Amsterdam Avenue
She doesn't look a day
over sixty -five
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
A letter to the Vatican,
I thought I'd write a letter to him
Dear Pope, send me some hope
or a rope to do me in
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
shaking stops
Because her heart says
what only the heart knows
Because her heart says
what only the heart knows
I wanna hear some Diana Ross
I want to hear a little bit of Marvin Gaye
I want to hear a song
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
ing for me in this life
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
A letter to the Vatican,
I'm gonna write a letter to him
Dear Pope, send me some hope
or a rope to tune me in
And no one stops her, we all lend a hand
See, we all knew her before
she got this mad
We just hold her until
the shaking stops
Because the heart says
what only the heart knows
Because the heart says
what only the heart knows
Because the heart says
what only the heart knows
Because the heart says
what only the heart knows
Because the heart says
what only the heart knows
Because the heart says
what only the heart knows
you