| Rosie cooks with love 5 bucks a plate
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| And she’ll cook for if you, if don’t show up too late
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| 'Cuz when you’re feelin' low down, as empty as a hole
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| Go to Rosie’s cafe, she’ll nourish your soul
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| 'Cuz she’s a soul agent for the USA
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| She’ll be here tomorrow
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| After she gets through t’day
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| Yeah
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| I know this girl who makes her dollars, one at a time
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| She folds them lay aways under her pantie line
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| She wears crushed purple velvet; |
| she’s swimmin' in my mind
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| She’s doin' what she wants to get herself by
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| 'Cuz she’s a soul agent for the USA
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| She’ll be here tomorrow
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| After she gets through t’day
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| 'Cuz she’s a soul agent for the USA
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| She’ll be here tomorrow
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| After she gets through t’day
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| Yeah
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| Yours is the only soul you can know
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| And yours is the only road you can go
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| The finest people that you’ll meet, yeah
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| Is just a man on the street
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| And there’s a fellow I know
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| He moves like the shifting sands
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| He earns his daily bread
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| With his own two hands
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| And when the weight on your shoulders
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| Is wearing you down
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| Well he’ll do his best to bring you around
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| 'Cuz he’s a soul agent for the USA
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| He’ll be here tomorrow
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| After he gets through t’day
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| He’s a soul agent for the USA
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| He’ll be here tomorrow
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| After he gets through t’day
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| Yeah
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