| She ain’t got no money
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| Her clothes are kinda funny
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| Her hair is kinda wild and free
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| Oh, but Love grows where my Rosemary goes
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| And nobody knows like me She talks kinda lazy
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| And people say she she’s crazy
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| And her life’s a mystery
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| Oh, but Love grows where my Rosemary goes
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| And nobody knows like me There’s something about her hand holding mine
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| It’s a feeling that’s fine
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| And I just gotta say
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| She’s really got a magical spell
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| And it’s working so well
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| That I can’t get away
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| I’m a lucky fella
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| And I’ve just got to tell her
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| That I love her endlessly
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| Oh. |
| But Love grows where my Rosemary goes
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| And nobody knows like me There’s something about her hand holding mine
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| It’s a feeling that’s fine
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| And I just gotta say
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| She’s really got a magical spell
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| And it’s working so well
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| That I can’t get away
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| I’m a lucky fella
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| (And) I’ve just got to tell her
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| That I love her endlessly
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| ||:Oh.But Love grows where my Rosemary goes
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| And nobody knows like me :||
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| Love Grows where my Rosemary goes
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| And nobody knows like me…
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| Fadeout:
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| It keeps growing every place she’s been
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| And nobody knows like me If you’ve met her, you’ll never forget her
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| And nobody knows like me La la la- believe it when you’ve seen it Nobody knows like me |