Here she is, boys!
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Here she is, world!
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Here's Rose!
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Curtain up!
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Light the lights!
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Play it, boys!
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Ya either got it, or ya ain't.
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And, boys, I got it!
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Ya like it?
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Well, I got it!
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Some people got it and make it pay.
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Some people can't even give it away.
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This people's got it
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and this people's spreadin' it around!
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You either have it
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or you've had it!
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Hello, everybody! My name is Rose! What's yours?
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How do you like them eggrolls, Mr. Goldstone?
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Hold your hats and hallelujah.
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Mama's gonna show it to you.
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Ready or not, shhh, here comes Mama.
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Mama's talkin' loud.
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Mama's doin' fine.
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Mama's gettin' hot.
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Mama's goin' stong.
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Mama's movin' on.
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Mama's all alone.
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Mama doesn't care.
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Mama's lettin' loose.
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Mama's got the stuff.
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Mama's lettin' go.
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Mama?
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Mama's got the stuff.
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Mama's gotta move.
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Mama's gotta go.
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Mama? Mama?
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Mama's gotta let go.
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Why did I do it?
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What did it get me?
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Scrapbooks full of me in the background.
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Give 'em love and what does it get ya?
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What does it get ya?
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One quick look as each of 'em leaves you.
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All your life and what does it get ya?
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Thanks a lot and out with the garbage,
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They take bows and you're battin' zero.
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I had a dream.
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I dreamed it for you, June.
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It wasn't for me, Herbie.
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And if it wasn't for me
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then where would you be,
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Miss Gypsy Rose Lee?
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Well, someone tell me, when is it my turn?
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Don't I get a dream for myself?
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Starting now it's gonna be my turn.
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Gangway, world, get off of my runway!
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Starting now I bat a thousand!
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This time, boys, I'm taking the bows and
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everything's coming up Rose!
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Everything's coming up roses!
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Everything's coming up roses
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this time for me!
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For me! For me! For me! For me! For me!
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For me! Yeah!
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Rose's Turn
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| Bette Midler |
