Well I'm bustin' out for Rosey.
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'cuz she told me I'm her boy.
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Yeah I fell I'm crisp and toastee,
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And my soul is jumpin' for joy.
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Don't ask me why I am here,
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I'd rather have trouble than fear.
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My whole life is havin' you near me.
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See me struttin, pretty and sassin',
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Slippin' and slidin' down the way,
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With my Rosey, waitin' for my daddy,
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And she's standin' out in the rain.
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Hear me comin', hear me comin',
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Keep that door unlocked for me.
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See me runnin', catch me runnin',
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Won't you set my sweet soul free?
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I'm gettin' closer, I'm gettin' closer,
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Hear my footsteps on your door.
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I'm gettin' closer, gettin' closer,
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Know I'm comin' back for more.
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Set my sweet soul free. Set my sweet soul free.
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Bustin' Out For Rosey
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| Tommy Bolin |
