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      From: lordyumyum@gmail.com              Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)       Song by Bruce Springsteen and E Street Band              Spread out now Rosie, doctor come cut loose her mama's reins       You know playin' blind man's bluff is a little baby's game       You pick up little dynamite, I'll pick up little gun       And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run       You don't have to call me lieutenant, Rosie, and I don't want to be your son       The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft, sweet, little girl's tongue       And Rosie, you're the one       Dynamite's in the belfry, baby, playin' with the bats       Little gun's downtown in front of Woolworth's tryin' out his attitude on all       the cats       Papa's on the corner, waitin' for the bus       Mama, she's home in the window, waitin' up for us       She'll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs       'Cause you know we ain't gonna come       I ain't here on business, baby, I'm only here for fun       And Rosie, you're the one       Rosalita, jump a little higher       Senorita, come sit by my fire       I just want to be your lover, ain't no liar       Rosalita, you're my stone desire       Jack the Rabbit and Weak Knee Willie, don't you know they're gonna be there       Ah Sloppy Sue and Big Bone Billy, they'll be coming up for air       We're gonna play some pool, skip some school       Act real cool, stay out all night, it's gonna feel alright       So Rosie, come out tonight, little baby, come out tonight       Windows are for cheaters, chimneys for the poor       Oh, closets are for hangers, winners use the door       So use it, Rosie, that's what it's there for       Rosalita, jump a little higher       Senorita, come sit by my fire       I just want to be your lover, ain't no liar       Rosalita, you're my stone desire, alright       Now, I know your mama, she don't like me, 'cause I play in a rock and roll band       And I know your daddy, he don't dig me, but he never did understand       Your papa lowered the boom, he locked you in your room, I'm comin' to lend a       hand       I'm comin' to liberate you, confiscate you, I want to be your man       Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny       But now you're sad, your mama's mad       And your papa says he knows that I don't have any money       Oh, your papa says he knows that I don't have any money       Oh, so your daddy says he knows that I don't have any money       Well, tell him this is his last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance       Because a record company, Rosie, just gave me a big advance       And my tires were slashed and I almost crashed, but the Lord had mercy       And my machine, she's a dud, out stuck in the mud somewhere in the swamps of       Jersey       Well, hold on tight, stay up all night, 'cause Rosie, I'm comin' on strong       By the time we meet the morning light, I will hold you in my arms       I know a pretty little place in Southern California, down San Diego way       There's a little cafe, where they play guitars all night and all day       You can hear them in the back room strummin'       So hold tight, baby, 'cause don't you know daddy's comin'       Everybody sing       Rosalita, jump a little higher       Senorita, come sit by my fire       I just want to be your lover, ain't no liar       Rosalita, you're my stone desire       Hey hey hey hey       Hey hey hey hey       Hey hey hey hey       Hey hey hey hey              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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