Well I'm sitting on a windowsill, blowing my horn
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Nobody's up except the moon and me,
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And a lazy old tomcat on a midnight spree
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All that you left me was a melody.
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Rosie, why do you evade? Rosie, how can I persuade? Rosie...
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And the moon's all up, full and big, apricot tips in an indigo sky,
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And I've been loving you, Rosie, since the day I was born
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And I'll love you, Rosie 'til the day I die.
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Rosie, why do you evade? Rosie, how can I persuade? Rosie...
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Rosie, why do you evade? Rosie, how can I persuade? Rosie...
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And I'm sitting on a windowsill, blowing my horn
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Nobody's up except the moon and me,
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And a lazy old tomcat on a midnight spree
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All that you left me was a melody.
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Rosie, why do you evade? Rosie, how can I persuade? Rosie...
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Rosie
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| Tom Waits |
