He has little red feet
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His stockin's in his shoes
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Lipstick and rouge on his face
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He has his hair piled high
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Has a red umbrella
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And carries his head in the sky
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And I said "Awe Rosie, don't you do that to the boys
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Don't you come on so willing
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Don't you come on so strong
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It can be so chillin'
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When you act so willin'
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And your warmth sets like the sun"
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He has a little baby brother
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A big fat mama
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His sister asks for dimes on the street
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He doesn't feel it's a cover
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In fact he knows
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For sure he can please
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I said he's out there right now
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Running with the devil
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Struttin' down the alley ways
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With the nervous young hopeful
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At his heel
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And know his satisfaction won't drive him away
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And I said "Awe Rosie, don't you do that to the boys
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Don't you come on so willing
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Don't you come on so strong
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It can be so chillin'
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When you act so willin'
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And your warmth sets like the sun"
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He's not looking for a friend
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He's not looking for a lover
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There in the crowded bar
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He has rings on his fingers
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He's there to tease
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You know he only wants to take things too far
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And I said "Awe Rosie, don't you do that to the boys
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Don't you come on so willing
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Don't you come on so strong
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It can be so chillin'
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When you act so willin'
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And your warmth sets like the sun"
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Rosie
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| Joan Armatrading |
