Rose Tint My World

"Rose Tint My World" is the 14th song in the cult musical The Rocky Horror Show and its film counterpart The Rocky Horror Picture Show. It is part 1 of 3 of the "Floor Show Medley" towards the end of the show.

Columbia opens the song describing the innocent and fun beginnings of her escapades with Frank. She sings that it was when Frank started working on Rocky that morals were blurred and things grew out of hand. Rocky sings next of his predicament: that he's only had seven hours of life, loves to orgasm and can't control his desires. Brad sings a different melody dictating the effects of the trance he's in a negative light, whilst Janet sings of the same trance in a positive light. She seems to like Frank. This melody that Brad and Janet sing is once again implemented when Riff Raff cuts the celebration short.

The title of the song refers to the idiomatic expression of looking through rose-colored glasses, meaning that one is an optimist, seeing only the good and either refusing or unable to see the bad things in life.

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