| Lyrics: | Slappin' leather was devised,
During a wild streak in her life,
She had a cheap apartment
up on Royal Street,
She brought home just enough to keep her on her feet.
She don't
believe in anything,
But if you ask her, she'll say
"there's a plenty of things to believe
in"
Sweet Rosalyn.
Sometimes you gotta give in.
Sweet Rosalyn.
Sometimes
you gotta give in,
Sometimes you gotta be loved.
She got a number off the bathroom
wall,
She was looking for a good time so she made the call.
Got a strangly calm voice on
the other line,
Sneaky little priest tryin' to reach out to the swine.
He said,
"Hello my name is Father Tim.
Seems to me your zeal for this life,
has been wearing a
little thin."
Sweet Rosalyn.
Sometimes you gotta give in.
Sweet
Rosalyn.
Sometimes you gotta give in,
Sometimes you gotta be loved.
Maybe we
all could use a little grace,
To know when to run or when to,
stay in one
place.
Sweet Rosalyn.
Sometimes you gotta give in.
Sweet
Rosalyn.
Sometimes you gotta give in.
Sweet Rosalyn.
Sometimes you gotta give
in.
Sweet Rosalyn.
Sometimes you gotta give in,
Sometimes you gotta be loved |
