Lyric 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 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
Sometimes you gotta be loved