And She Poem by Pierre Rausch

And She



Rosemary, no matter what you do,
I'll be waiting there for you
And suspicion torments my heart
O Darling' how long are we apart,

Ba ba dup da
And suspicion may set the sun
And come everybody who meets to see
And she, and she, and she and she

Rosemary, no matter what you do,
I'd be waiting there for you
Suspicion to torments all odd
A Taxi brings, Kermit the frog

You doubt a passenger on deuce
Cincinnati incident caught too loose
I'm the a pasta on a train
I'm shell to the sluice of vain

I'm no stranger to anatomy Faubourg
It's a correspondent couture
Persiflage of a daydream nation
A cabinet for wife and creation
And she, and she, and she and she
The chains under your darkness
The confession of what is less
Polls po polls pro reel from polyp

The Arch-Angel Rose-Marie
And everybody who meets to see
And she, and she, and she and she

You may melt into sun
When you hit it on the punch
Personal pass, person's life
When you bait for the next punch
dup dup
Twenty, thirty punches to scub

When they entered into my van
The old gang broke into a van;
There are thieves under discussion
There is a stranger with concussion

After you arose both sides
When it's backward hunched
When injuries spin to be rife
They've built a robot, a cycle, day by day

The Arch-Angel Rose-Marie
And everybody who meets to see
And she, and she, and she, and she

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