Sweet Rosalyn Songtext
von Sheryl Crow

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 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
Cheeky 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