| Her mum and dad grew up in this town
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| Married after school and settled down
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| Like most round here, bought a little ground
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| And planted roots
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| Her brother Mark works att daddy’s store
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| Sister Connie’s wornin' on kid number four
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| But Rose hut eighteen and hit «that» door
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| And she flew
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| She said I know they’re thinkin'
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| I’m just the wild thing
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| Just cause you’ve got roots
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| Doesn’t mean you can’t have wings
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| So she flies
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| Soaring where she’s never been
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| Reaching out for a life
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| Grabbin' all she can take in
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| She flies like an eagle on the wind
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| Just cause you’ve got roots
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| Doesn’t mean you can’t have wings
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| She moved to Dallas then Frisco Bay
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| Spent a year in Denver, (and) wound up in L. A
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| Where she met a guy who took her breath away
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| And said I do!
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| They had a daughter late next fall
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| Took a trip back home to show her to mum
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| Her mama said (baby) I’ve seen it all
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| She act’s just like you
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| Rose — when she grows up
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| Remember one thing
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| Just cause she’s got roots
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| Doesn’t mean she can’t have wings
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| Her mum and dad move to town
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| In north L. A they settled down
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| Like most round here, bought a little ground
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| And planted roots |