One, two, three.I've been a captain, a hunter and gatherer, a traveler and trapper of songs,a thief and a preacher, an angel, a reaper, a teacher of rights and wrongs,a ghost and a fixture, a hope and a wish, waving high on the mast of a dream.And I've been a soldier with stripes on my shoulders, and I've been a glass figurine.I've been a soldier with stripes on my shoulders, and I've been a glass figurine.I have been thankfully tied to an anchor, a rope that could wrap around the earth.I've been a lover, and I've been the other, and I've sown my seeds in the dirt.I've been the poison, and I've been the noise that could drown out an innocent scream.And I've been the laughter, the world's greatest actor,stolen my soul, and I've been the laughter, the world's greatest actor,stolen my share of the scene.Oh, Rosalie, tell me what do you want from me?I want to be anything that you need, anything that you please.Your eyes that are closing, your eyes on the road,be your mansion on top.Your priest in the mission, the one who will listen,the grease in the squeakiest wheel.The wind that is howling, your face in the crowd,be your favorite fool in the room.I'll be your voice in the dark, your governor's pardon,your garden forever in bloom.I'll be your favorite position,the hitman's conviction, the hitcher's best whistling tune.Your favorite sweater, the break in the weather,your hope will be getting you soon.I'll be the ground at your feet, your word on the street,be your eyes and your ears, your knees.I'll be your nosiest neighbor, your friendliest favorite,baby, I'll be anything that you need.Anything that you please.Oh, Rosalie, tell me what do you want from me?I want to be anything that you need, anything that you please,anything that you need.Anything that you want from me.Anything that I would ask for, anything that I need,anything that you anything I would do anything I'll do anything,Can you don't have a doubt.I'd never think that I wanna hear it.I'd never think that I wanna hear,no mother would be me.Can you don't have a doubt.Yeah.I'll be your box in the atticYour stereo staticYour storm coming over the ridgeI'll be your dog in the fightYour warm summer nightI'll be the name at the top of your listI'll be your change in directionYour boldest confessionGloves up at all times in the rainI'll be the secret you holdThat nobody knowsI'll be the water that washes you cleanOh, RosalieTell me what do you want from meI want to be anything that you needAnything that you pleaseAnything that you needAnything that you pleaseAnything that you needAnything that you pleaseAnything that you needAnything that you pleaseAnything that you needAnything that you needThat she'd squeeze anythingThat she'd need anythingThat she'd please anythingThe smell's bleeding meThe smell's bleeding meThe smell's bleeding meThe smell's bleeding meThe smell's bleeding meThat's the feelingThat's the feelingThat's the feelingThat's the feelingThat's the feelingThat's the feelingThat's the feeling