Ossessione Lyrics

Josephine

Josephine

Josephine picks the rose from her hair

And the wrinkled mirror laughs back

She takes an American slug from her sherry

And decides upon a face-pack

And in her wretched little green-belt town mind

Her tiny world is falling apart

As she totters across the bedroom

And the microphone comes into shot

She's gonna take a little sherbet

Put your face on

Put your face on

Say "Yes, big brother"

And put your face on

Put your face on

Put your face on

Nothing can go wrong

If you put your face on

Ossessione, ossessione

Ossessione, ossessione

Josephine daydreams of when

She and Reginald were in love

In wide-screen Technicolor sepia

They'd fondle under the surf

Was that her or Deborah Kerr?

Kitsch art imitating kitsch art

As she sings the same old song

It's the brand-new format tearing her apart

A little sherbet