| Here she is, boys!
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| Here she is, world!
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| Here’s Rose!
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| Curtain up!
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| Light the lights!
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| Play it, boys!
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| Ya either got it, or ya ain’t.
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| And, boys, I got it!
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| Ya like it?
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| Well, I got it!
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| Some people got it and make it pay.
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| Some people can’t even give it away.
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| This people’s got it and this people’s spreadin' it around!
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| You either have it or you’ve had it!
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| Hello, everybody! |
| My name is Rose! |
| What’s yours?
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| How do you like them eggrolls, Mr. Goldstone?
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| Hold your hats and hallelujah.
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| Mama’s gonna show it to you.
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| Ready or not, shhh, here comes Mama.
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| Mama’s talkin' loud.
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| Mama’s doin' fine.
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| Mama’s gettin' hot.
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| Mama’s goin' stong.
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| Mama’s movin' on.
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| Mama’s all alone.
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| Mama doesn’t care.
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| Mama’s lettin' loose.
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| Mama’s got the stuff.
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| Mama’s lettin' go.
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| Mama?
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| Mama’s got the stuff.
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| Mama’s gotta move.
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| Mama’s gotta go.
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| Mama? |
| Mama?
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| Mama’s gotta let go.
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| Why did I do it?
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| What did it get me?
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| Scrapbooks full of me in the background.
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| Give 'em love and what does it get ya?
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| What does it get ya?
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| One quick look as each of 'em leaves you.
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| All your life and what does it get ya?
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| Thanks a lot and out with the garbage,
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| They take bows and you’re battin' zero.
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| I had a dream.
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| I dreamed it for you, June.
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| It wasn’t for me, Herbie.
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| And if it wasn’t for me then where would you be,
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| Miss Gypsy Rose Lee?
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| Well, someone tell me, when is it my turn?
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| Don’t I get a dream for myself?
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| Starting now it’s gonna be my turn.
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| Gangway, world, get off of my runway!
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| Starting now I bat a thousand!
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| This time, boys, I’m taking the bows and
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| everything’s coming up Rose!
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| Everything’s coming up roses!
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| Everything’s coming up roses
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| this time for me!
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| For me! |
| For me! |
| For me! |
| For me! |
| For me!
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| For me! |
| Yeah! |