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He has little red feet |
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His stockin's in his shoes |
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Lipstick and rouge on his face |
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He has his hair piled high |
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Has a red umbrella |
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And carries his head in the sky |
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And I said 'Awe Rosie, don't you do that to the boys |
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Don't you come on so willing |
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Don't you come on so strong |
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It can be so chillin' |
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When you act so willin' |
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And your warmth sets like the sun' |
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He has a little baby brother |
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A big fat mama |
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His sister asks for dimes on the street |
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He doesn't feel it's a cover |
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In fact he knows |
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For sure he can please |
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I said he's out there right now |
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Running with the devil |
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Struttin' down the alley ways |
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With the nervous young hopeful |
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At his heel |
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And know his satisfaction won't drive him away |
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And I said 'Awe Rosie, don't you do that to the boys |
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Don't you come on so willing |
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Don't you come on so strong |
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It can be so chillin' |
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When you act so willin' |
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And your warmth sets like the sun' |
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He's not looking for a friend |
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He's not looking for a lover |
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There in the crowded bar |
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He has rings on his fingers |
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He's there to tease |
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You know he only wants to take things too far |
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And I said 'Awe Rosie, don't you do that to the boys |
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Don't you come on so willing |
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Don't you come on so strong |
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It can be so chillin' |
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When you act so willin' |
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And your warmth sets like the sun' |
