Sweet Rosalyn

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 anythin' But if you ask her, she'll say There's 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 strangely calm voice on the other line Sneaky little priest trying to reach out to the swine He said, "Hello my name is Father Tim" Seems to me your zeal for this life It's been weird a little bit Sweet Rosalyn Sometimes you gotta give in Sweet Rosalyn Sometimes you gotta give in Sometimes you gotta be loved Baby, we all could use a little grace 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