Rosie Short for Rosemary

Teddy's batting .406
No one's done it better since
And if you trace the airway traffic
You'll see it nose-dives into the Atlantic
Read it over nice and slow
Hell's where the good guys go

I am a porcelain china doll
That you keep up in the attic crawl
You're afraid of society talks
Or of putting holes in my box
Pacified by ice
Bad girl gone nice