Ro ro ro ro ro ro ro rosey,
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Ro ro ro ro ro ro ro rosey.
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You're the apple of my eye,
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Ice cream in my cherry pie, pie.
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She's just sixteen and she's not yet grown,
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She never goes out on her own.
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She lives way up on the Avenue of Trees,
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Where I chanced to walk in the cool night breeze.
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And I, I see her face, her smile, her hair,
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I cry, "Oh, uh uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh."
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Ro ro ro ro ro ro ro rosey,
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Ro ro ro ro ro ro ro rosey.
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You're the apple of my eye,
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Ice cream in my cherry pie, pie,
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Huh uh, huh uh, huh uh.
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She came on walking down the avenue and I said,
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"Baby, can I come in, baby, can I come in
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And love you one more time ?"
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She said, "I love you, babe."
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I said, "D-d-d-do you, whoa woman, do you,
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Do you love me ?"
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Ro ro ro ro ro ro ro rosey,
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Ro ro ro ro ro ro ro rosey.
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You're the apple of my eye,
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Ice cream in my cherry pie.
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Ro Ro Rosey
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| Van Morrison |
