| 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 «Oh Rosie, don’t you do that to the boy
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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 ain’t 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 «Oh Rosie, don’t you do that to the boy
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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 ain’t 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 «Oh Rosie, don’t you do that to the boy
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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 ain’t so willin'
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| And your warmth sets like the sun»
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| I said «Oh Rosie, don’t you do that to the boy
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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 ain’t so willin'
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| And your warmth sets like the sun»
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| (And I said «Oh Rosie, don’t you do that to the boy
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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 ain’t so willin'…) |