Rosie cooks with love 5 bucks a plate
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And she'll cook for if you, if don't show up too late
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'Cuz when you're feelin' low down, as empty as a hole
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Go to Rosie's cafe, she'll nourish your soul
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'Cuz she's a soul agent for the USA
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She'll be here tomorrow
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After she gets through t'day
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Yeah
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I know this girl who makes her dollars, one at a time
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She folds them lay aways under her pantie line
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She wears crushed purple velvet; she's swimmin' in my mind
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She's doin' what she wants to get herself by
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'Cuz she's a soul agent for the USA
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She'll be here tomorrow
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After she gets through t'day
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'Cuz she's a soul agent for the USA
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She'll be here tomorrow
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After she gets through t'day
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Yeah
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Yours is the only soul you can know
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And yours is the only road you can go
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The finest people that you'll meet, yeah
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Is just a man on the street
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And there's a fellow I know
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He moves like the shifting sands
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He earns his daily bread
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With his own two hands
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And when the weight on your shoulders
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Is wearing you down
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Well he'll do his best to bring you around
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'Cuz he's a soul agent for the USA
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He'll be here tomorrow
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After he gets through t'day
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He's a soul agent for the USA
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He'll be here tomorrow
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After he gets through t'day
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Yeah
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Soul Agent
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