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Well my little girl is a sweet little girlbut she does things make your eyebrows curl:
You let her loose on a Friday nightyou know it's gonna end in a fight.
Rosetta drinks her whiskey neatshe gets in a fight and she might get beat:
So I go round on the Saturday nightand ask her if she feel allright.
Rosetta are you betterare you wellwellwell
Rosetta are you betterare you wellwellwellwellwellwell - wellwellwell
When Friday comes she's fine againso we go to a club where we got friends:
Knocked on the door but we couldn't get in'cos the boss don't want no fuss.
So we went up town and drank aroundand Rosie ended on the ground
So I took her home and I put her to bedand you can guess what I said.
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