| Rose
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| Here she is, boys!
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| Here she is, world!
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| Here’s Rose!
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| Curtain up!
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| Light the lights!
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| Play it, boys!
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| Ya either got it, or ya ain’t.
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| And, boys, I got it!
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| Ya like it?
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| Well, I got it!
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| Some people got it and make it pay.
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| Some people can’t even give it away.
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| This people’s got it and this people’s spreadin’it around!
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| You either have it or you’ve had it!
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| Hello, everybody! |
| My name is Rose! |
| What’s yours?
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| How do you like them eggrolls, Mr. Goldstone?
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| Hold your hats and hallelujah.
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| Mama’s gonna show it to you.
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| Ready or not, shhh, here comes Mama.
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| Mama’s talkin’loud.
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| Mama’s doin’fine.
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| Mama’s gettin’hot.
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| Mama’s goin’stong.
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| Mama’s movin’on.
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| Mama’s all alone.
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| Mama doesn’t care.
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| Mama’s lettin’loose.
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| Mama’s got the stuff.
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| Mama’s lettin’go.
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| Mama?
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| Mama’s got the stuff.
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| Mama’s gotta move.
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| Mama’s gotta go.
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| Mama? |
| Mama?
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| Mama’s gotta let go.
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| Why did I do it?
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| What did it get me?
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| Scrapbooks full of me in the background.
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| Give 'em love and what does it get ya?
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| What does it get ya?
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| One quick look as each of 'em leaves you.
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| All your life and what does it get ya?
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| Thanks a lot and out with the garbage,
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| They take bows and you’re battin’zero.
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| I had a dream.
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| I dreamed it for you, June.
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| It wasn’t for me, Herbie.
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| And if it wasn’t for me then where would you be,
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| Miss Gypsy Rose Lee?
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| Well, someone tell me, when is it my turn?
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| Don’t I get a dream for myself?
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| Starting now it’s gonna be my turn.
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| Gangway, world, get off of my runway!
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| Starting now I bat a thousand!
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| This time, boys, I’m taking the bows and
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| everything’s coming up Rose!
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| Everything’s coming up roses!
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| Everything’s coming up roses
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| this time for me!
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| For me! |
| For me! |
| For me! |
| For me! |
| For me!
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| For me! |
| Yeah!
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| Rose
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| I was… trying out for you… New ideas you might wanna use…
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| Gypsy
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| You really would have been something, momma!
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| Rose
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| Do you think so?
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| Gypsy
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| If you had someone to push you like I had…
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| Rose
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| If I could have been… I would have been…
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| And that’s show business!
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| I guess I did it for me…
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| Gypsy
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| Why, momma?
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| Rose
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| Just wanted to be noticed…
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| Gypsy
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| Like I wanted you to notice me!
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| I still do, momma!
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| Gypsy
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| It’s OK, momma! |
| OK, Rose!
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| Rose
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| See… You look like you should speak French!
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| Gypsy
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| You’re coming to that party with me…
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| Rose
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| No!
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| Gypsy
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| Come on!
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| Rose
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| Not like this.
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| Gypsy
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| Wear my fur I have a stole in my cabinet.
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| Rose
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| Well, maybe just for an hour or two… Hey, it looks better on me than it does on you. |
| Funny how we can both wear the same size!
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| Gypsy
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| Specially in mink.
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| Rose
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| You know… I had a dream last night. |
| There was a big poster of a mother
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| and daughter, like the covers of the ladies magazines…
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| Gypsy
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| Yes, momma!
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| Rose
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| Only it was you and me wearing exactly the same gowns. |
| It was an add for
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| Minsky, and the headline said: «MADAM ROSE… AND HER DAUGHTER GYPSY».
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| [They laugh, embrace each other and leave. |
| Rose stops for a while and
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| take one last look at the stage as if she said good-bye.] |