[Intro]
[Acoustic guitar picking, gentle and melodic]

[Verse 1]
Rosie’s got a talent for the find,
A bargain hunter with a sharp, quick mind.
She brought a little speaker to her room,
A tiny plastic ghost inside the gloom.
She says, "Hey Google, what time is it now?"
The circuit board responds, she tells me how.

[Verse 2]
She asks about the weather and the rain,
The morning news, the headlines and the pain.
She says it keeps her company at night,
A glowing circle cast in neon light.
She carries on a conversation there,
With shadows dancing in the empty air.

[Chorus]
But I asked Rosie, "Do you turn it off?"
"What if it’s listening while you’re asleep?"
I asked Rosie, "Do you pull the plug?"
"What if the secrets are theirs to keep?"
(Oh, the secrets that they keep)

[Verse 3]
She laughed it off, said I was living in the past,
That nothing in this modern world can last.
But I keep thinking of the hum inside the wall,
Waiting for the silence, waiting for the call.
Is it just a circuit, is it just a wire?
Or are we feeding data to the fire?

[Bridge]
[Building intensity, strumming faster]
What if every whisper is recorded?
What if every secret is exported?
Safe behind the static, in the grid,
What are we doing?
What have we done?
(What have we done?)

[Chorus]
I asked Rosie, "Do you turn it off?"
"What if it’s listening while you’re asleep?"
I asked Rosie, "Do you pull the plug?"
"What if the secrets are theirs to keep?"

[Outro]
[Soft acoustic fade]
Just a little speaker...
On her bedside stand.
(Whisper: Are you listening?)
Rosie, please...
Turn it off.
[Slow fade to silence]