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Well I'm sitting on a windowsill, blowing my horn |
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Nobody's up except the moon and me, |
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And a lazy old tomcat on a midnight spree |
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All that you left me was a melody. |
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Rosie, why do you evade? Rosie, |
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how can I persuade? Rosie... |
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And the moon's all up, full and big, |
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apricot tips in an indigo sky, |
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And I've been loving you, Rosie, |
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since the day I was born |
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And I'll love you, Rosie 'til the day I die. |
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Rosie, why do you evade? Rosie, |
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how can I persuade? Rosie... |
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Rosie, why do you evade? Rosie, |
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how can I persuade? Rosie... |
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And I'm sitting on a windowsill, blowing my horn |
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Nobody's up except the moon and me, |
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And a lazy old tomcat on a midnight spree |
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All that you left me was a melody. |
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Rosie, why do you evade? |
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Rosie, how can I persuade? Rosie... |
