| My little Santa Rosa Rita wore high heels on her feet
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| A ring on every finger and a couple on her toes
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| Well she told me where to meet her and then my Santa Rosa Rita
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| Showed me a thing or two I did not know
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| Like how to swing a pretty thing to a rockin' sound
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| Dip her on my hip, let her hair hang down
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| Spin around again and never lose the beat
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| Toss her up and catch her right between my feet
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| Well you really gotta meet her, she’s my Santa Rosa Rita
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| My little Santa Rosa Rita sure turns up the heat
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| A little hotter when the music starts to sway
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| And there ain’t nobody sweeter than my Santa Rosa Rita
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| To hold and listen to the music play
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| I love to swing a pretty thing to a rockin' sound
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| Dip her on the hip, let her hair hang down
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| Spin around again and never lose the beat
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| Toss her up and catch her right between my feet
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| Well you just can’t beat her, she’s my Santa Rosa Rita
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| I wish I had not agreed to let my Santa Rosa Rita
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| Share a dance with anyone but me
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| But the gentleman insisted and I had not resisted
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| Now Santa Rosa’s just a memory
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| But I can swing a pretty thing to a rockin' sound
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| Dip her on my hip, let her hair hang down
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| Spin around again and never lose the beat
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| Toss her up and catch her right between my feet
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| Well you really gotta meet her, she’s my Santa Rosa Rita
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| Well I guess I can’t keep her, she’s my Santa Rosa Rita |