Rose of Washington Square Songtext
von Aretha Franklin

Oh, my God, standby
Baby, it don′t even matter
Eight, two, o, uh, I mean, uhm, eight, five, o
Eight, five, o, two, one, take four
One, two, three, four

I'm Rose of Washington Square
A flower so fair
Should blossom where the sun shines


Rose, for nature didn′t mean
That you should blush unseen
But be a queen, in some fair garden
Rose, he'll never depart
But dwell in your heart
Your love to care
He'll bring my sunbeams from the heavens to you
And give you kisses that sparkle with dew
Rose of Washington Square

I′ve got those Broadway vampires lashed, to the mast
I′ve got no future but oh, what a past
Miss. Rose of Washington Square