Rose-Coloured Times - Lisa Loeb
Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes closed
Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes open wide
Shabby tried to comb her hair with the gift from her grandma her blood
Tangled she got halfway
Sticky and powdered with dirt from the ground
Where her mamma had left her
Had left her had left her
Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes closed
Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes open wide
With your eyes open wide
Rusty the screen door she opened it
Raised from the ground
Mamma left me her ring mamma left me no family
Just barstools and boyfriends and whiskey at nighttime and bedtime
Bedtime bedtime bedtime
I'll go with the man who looks like my father
The neighbors all tell me to go with him
He better take caution he better take care of me
'Cause if he don't he better beware of me
Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes closed
Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes open wide
With your eyes open wide
With your eyes open wide
Wide wide wide
Eyes open wide
