She tells me I? m the poster-boy for American sadness And the madness is in the mirror that? s a-hangin? on your wall Cause? if it all ends tomorrow, then the sorrow that you sing about Will mean a whole lot of nothing when there? s no one left at all She likes to talk religion with nearly every one she meets, She? discrete as a lover, but she wears outrageous clothes And she complains about the weather when there? s nothing left to complain about She says her name is Heather, but I do believe it? s Rose Gypsy Rose, where you going to? You should know, that i could follow you All my life, ain? t what it seems to be Gypsy Rose, Part of you is part of me She can speak in tounges of ancient times, piece of riddle