Whole lotta Rosie Whole lotta woman A whole lotta woman Wanna tell you story About woman I know When it comes to lovin' She steals the show She ain't exactly pretty Ain't exactly small

Jesus children You'd better tell Your story fast And if you lie It will come to pass Don't lie to 'em (Tell your story) Your story fast Tell your story, story! And if you lie (Yeah, tell your story)

(San Francisco), San Francisco (San Francisco), he he he he hey (You don't find them finer) (Searching for what we all treasure: pleasure) (Brightly on nights tell a glory story) (San Francisco), City by the Bay yeah (San Francisco), take me to the water

Mark my words, I won't back down You know nothing, when you tell me That I worship a fabricated story in the sky Throwing away decency because you can't grasp The life of peace and the voice of potency Your words are wasted on me I feel His breath and

That's the beauty of a secret You know you're supposed to keep it But I don't have to fucking tell you anything, anything We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night They think I'm insane, they think my lover is strange But I don't have to

I remember what my daddy taught me 'Bout how one risky is in a cold ditch And one more thing about good and evil You can't tell which is which Well, if the rest is lost and history Or maybe wasted on a fool like me And that these bare bones Would leave

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Little bitty pretty one Come on and talk-a to me A-lovey dovey dovey one Come sit down on my knee Tell you a story Happened long time ago A-little bitty pretty one

Tell me, tell me yeah. Sad,sad story, about all the things I've heard. Now baby, there's something on my mind. You said I was your true love. But I hear you're foolin' 'round. I gotta know girl what's going down. Oh, tell me, wher do we go from here and.

Whole lotta Rosie Whole lotta woman A whole lotta woman Wanna tell you story About woman I know When it comes to lovin' She steals the show She ain't exactly pretty Ain't exactly small

Tell me, baby, what's your story And where you wanna go this time? Where you come from Tell me, lover, are you lonely? The thing we need is Never all that hard to find You're so lovely, are you lonely? Giving up on the innocence you left behind They come