Lyrics

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 fingerprints Across her body, they are colored red So many hands, 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