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Rosanna makes my day begin |
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With kisses for a king |
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And coffee on a silver tray |
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She sees the shape I'm in |
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And if she should ever break away |
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I'd follow close behind her |
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'Cause Rosanna yes Rosanna |
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Rules my heart |
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Rosanna knows the times I keep |
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A fire softly glows |
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And the shadows lick the walls |
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She knows when I'm asleep |
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The dinner's served at eight o'clock on time |
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And all is well by nine |
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'Cause Rosanna yes Rosanna |
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Rules my heart |
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Rosanna moves across the floor |
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Her perfume fills the air |
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As she walks beside my easy chair |
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I touch her hand once more |
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And I may never sleep again |
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I like the bag she put me in |
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Rosanna knows the ways of a man |
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But not the way I feel |
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I don't really care what happens now |
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It's catch me if you can |
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For no matter what occasion should arise |
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She likes to sympathize |
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'Cause Rosanna yes Rosanna |
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Rosanna, Rosanna |
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Rules my heart |
