from the original from the 60s
Black Rose, Rosemarie,
no rose blooms like her.
Where the Missourie rushes,
the prairie sings
Rosmarie.< br/>Black rose, Rosemarie,
I'll buy gold barrettes for her.
But what she says to others,
She never tells me.
Rosmarie.
mmh .....
Black Rose, Rosemarie,
no rose blooms like her.
But her eyes never find me,
Rosmarie, Rosamrie.