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Rosie sits inside a bar
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smoking a large man's cigar
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In a place called Sammy's
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on Amsterdam Avenue
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She doesn't look a day over 65
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although she's really 29
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She likes records from the 60's
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they remind her of the good old times
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And after some wine and scotch
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Rosie starts to let it hang out
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She throws a glass at the mirror
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and asks Big Max for a pen
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She writes a letter to the Vatican
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I'm gonna write a letter to him
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Dear Pope, send me some soap
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and a bottle of Bombay Gin
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A letter to the Vatican
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I'm gonna write a letter to him
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Dear Pope, send me some hope
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or a rope to do me in
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And no one stops her
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we all lend a hand
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We all knew her
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before she got this mad
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We just hold her
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until the shaking stops
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Because her heart says
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what only her heart knows
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Because her heart says
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what only her heart knows
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I wanna hear some Dianna Ross
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I wanna hear a little bit of Marvin Gaye
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I wanna hear a song
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that reminds me of a better day
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Rosie slips and tries to stand up
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she slaps a pretty girl in the mouth
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And running to the jukebox
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she tries to put a quarter in
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She says, I've had enough of you men
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and I'll never say yes again
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It's his Holiness or nothing
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for me in this life
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So she writes a letter to the Vatican
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I'm gonna write a letter to him
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Dear Pope, send me some soap
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and a bottle of Bombay Gin
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A letter to the Vatican
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I'm gonna write a letter to him
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Dear Pope, send me some hope
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or a rope to do me in
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And no one stops her
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we all lend a hand
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We, we all knew her
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before she got this mad
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We just hold her
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until the shaking stops
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Because her heart says
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what only her heart knows
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Because her heart says
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what only her heart knows
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Because her heart says
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what only her heart knows
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Because her heart says
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what only her heart knows
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Because her heart says
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what only her heart knows
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Because her heart says
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what only her heart knows
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Letters To The Vatican
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| Lou Reed |
