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 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