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 lookin' 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
wearin' 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