Sheryl Crow

Slappin‘ leather was devised
During a wiild 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‘ll 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
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

Well 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