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She ain't got no money |
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Her clothes are kinda funny, her hair is kinda wild and free |
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Oh, but love grows where my Rosemary goes |
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And nobody knows like me |
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She talks kinda lazy |
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And people say she she's crazy and her life's a mystery |
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Oh, but love grows where my Rosemary goes |
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And nobody knows like me |
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There's something about her hand holding mine |
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It's a feeling that's fine and I just gotta say |
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She's really got a magical spell |
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And it's working so well that I can't get away |
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I'm a lucky fella and I've just got to tell her |
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That I love her endlessly |
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Because love grows where my Rosemary goes |
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And nobody knows like me |
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There's something about her hand holding mine |
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It's a feeling that's fine and I just gotta say |
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She's really got a magical spell |
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And it's working so well that I can't get away |
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I'm a lucky fella and I've just got to tell her |
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That I love her endlessly |
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Because love grows where my Rosemary goes |
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And nobody knows like me |
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It keeps growing every place she's been |
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And nobody knows like me |
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If you've met her, you'll never forget her |
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And nobody knows like me |
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La la la, believe it when you've seen it |
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Nobody knows like me |
