Betty Rose
words and music by Tim Noah © 1989

Betty Rose, with her tangled hair
And her raggedy clothes
First to be teased and the last to be chosen
Nobody knows, Betty Rose

No, nobody knows
Where does she go?
Nobody seems to care
And I, I watch her go by
Clumsy and shy
Nobody is aware

Of Betty Rose, with her tangled hair
And her raggedy clothes
First to be teased and the last to be chosen
Nobody knows, Betty Rose

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