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Lyrics by: Bruce Springsteen
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Spread out now, Rosie Doctor, come cut loose her mama's reins You know playing blindman's bluff Is a little baby's game You pick up Little Dynamite I'm gonna 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 Rosie, you're the one Dynamite's in the belfry Playing with the bats Little Gun's downtown In front of Woolworth's Trying out his attitude on all the cats Papa's on the corner Waiting for the bus Mama, she's home in the window Waiting 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 I'm only here for fun And, Rosie, you're the one Rosalita, jump a little lighter Seņorita, come sit by my fire I just want to be your love, ain't no lie Rosalita, you're my stone desire Jack the Rabbit and Weak Kneed Willy You know they're gonna be there Ah, Sloppy Sue and Big Bones Billie 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 all right So, Rosie, come out tonight Oh, 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 lighter Seņorita, come sit by my fire I just want to be your love, ain't no lie Rosalita, you're my stone desire 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


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Your papa lowered the boom He locked you in your room I'm coming to lend a hand I'm coming 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 Whoa, your papa says he knows That I don't have any money Oh, so, your daddy says he knows I don't have Well, tell him this is 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 I'm stuck in the mud Somewhere in the swamps of Jersey Well, hold on tight, stay up all night Cause, Rosie, I'm coming 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 strumming So hold tight, baby Cause don't you know daddy's coming Rosalita, jump a little lighter Seņorita, come sit by my fire I just want to be your love, ain't no lie Rosalita, you're my stone desire

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