Rosalina

Rosalina, Rosalina
all day on your bike
until evening, evening
I wonder about your calves, poor thing
until evening, evening
I bet your feet are swollen.
Rosalina, Rosalina
you're my chubby girl
but when evening comes, evening
I hear you munching
when evening comes, evening
you're killing it with those pastries.
My love, I love you just the way you are
you're so exciting I'd marry you
ninety pounds of desire and sweetness
and then you'll see, a little exercise will help.
Rosalina, Rosalina
all day on your bike
until evening, evening
I wonder about your calves, poor thing
until evening, evening
i bet your feet are swollen.
My mom says you'll lose weight over time
but it doesn't matter, love, never change
have you noticed, the skinny ones are sad
while you always want to sing.
Rosalina, Rosalina
my beautiful little butterfly
who pedals and sings
sing until the sun goes down
and when evening comes, evening
I hear you munching
and when evening comes, evening
you're killing it with those pastries. Ole!