Sweet Rosalyn

Slappin' leather was devised
During a wild streak in her life
She had a cheap apartment up on Royal Street
She brought her home just enough to keep her on her feet

And 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
Sneaky little priest tryin' to reach out to the swine

He said, "Hello, my name is Father Tim
It 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