Monday Morning Girl

Flowers all forget to bloom
When Rosie walks into the room,
She pours the cups of tea each day, at the working men's cafe
Nobody'd ever call her fair,
No flowing locks of golden hair
Well there's something in her eyes somewhere,
That Monday morning girl

You never heard her once complain,
Point the finger, place the blame
To raise a daughter on her own she's steady as a stone
Barely has enough to pay
For what they need from day to day
Somehow she always finds a way,
That Monday morning girl

Rosie, Rosie
Rosie, Rosie
Extraordinary, ordinary Monday morning girl

Well I wonder whether as a child she was born into a broken world,
Or did she fall from grace somehow,
It doesn't matter now
Oh I see her as this rebel child,
Curious and slightly wild
She swallowed life down deep inside,
Oh my Monday morning girl

Rosie, Rosie
Rosie, Rosie
Extraordinary, ordinary Monday morning girl
Extraordinary, ordinary Monday morning girl

Rosie, Rosie
Rosie, Rosie
Rosie, Rosie
Rosie, Rosie