Rose Marie — Steve Forbert

What's the wine like? What's the beer? What a deluxe, uptown, gala quagmire, I thought you'd be here. What's the wine like? What's the beer? It's a damp night up the lane, Don't those lights on the lawn look left out In the soft, summer rain? It's a damp night up the lane.

Rose Marie, can you help me find clear skies? Rose Marie, could I still shine in your eyes?

I'm a song bird, I'm a tune, I've been blue since They paved Pittman Pond, But I'll soar again soon, I'm a songbird, I'm a tune.

Rose Marie, can you help me find clear skies? Rose Marie, could I still shine in your eyes?

Eyes are like a window to the soul, they say, And they still say love is blind; Anyway, I found you here, Way up in this atmosphere, Hangin' with the chandeliers And so refined, -fined, girl.

Could I hold you? Could I still? Yeah, your bare shoulders shine sweet and soft, But you might take a chill, Could I hold you? Could I still?

Can I see you? Can I soon? Could we meet in that joint on the point And look out for the moon? Can I see you? Can I soon?

Rose Marie, can you help me find clear skies? Rose Marie, could I still shine in your eyes?

I dream of you, girl, with your dark, brown eyes.