She ain't got no money
Her clothes are kinda funny
Her hair is kinda wild and free
Oh, but love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows like me
She talks kinda lazy
And people say she's crazy
And her life's a mystery
Oh, but love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows like me
There's something about her hand holding mine
It's a feeling that's fine
And I just gotta say
Hey!
She's really got a magical spell
And it's working so well
That I can't get away
I'm a lucky fella (hey, hey, hey)
And I just got to tell her (hey, hey, hey)
That I love her endlessly
Because love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows like me
There's something about her hand holding mine
It's a feeling that's fine
And I just gotta say
Hey!
She's really got a magical spell
And it's working so well
That I can't get away
I'm a lucky fella (hey, hey, hey)
And I just got to tell her (hey, hey, hey)
That I love her endlessly
Because love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows like me
It keeps growing every place she's been
And nobody knows like me
If you've met her, you'll never forget her
And nobody knows like me
La, la, la, believe it when you've seen it
Nobody knows like me
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