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Ro ro ro ro ro ro ro Rosy
Ro ro ro ro ro ro ro Rosy
You're the apple of my eye
Ice cream in my cherry pie, pie

She's just sixteen and she's not yet grown
She never goes out on her own
She lives way up on the Avenue of Trees
Where I chanced to walk in the cool night breeze
And I, I see her face, her smile, her hair
I cry, "Oh, uh uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh"

Ro ro ro ro ro ro ro Rosy
Ro ro ro ro ro ro ro Rosy
You're the apple of my eye
Ice cream in my cherry pie, pie
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

She came on walking down the avenue and I said
"Baby, can I come in?
Baby, can I, I come in and love you one more time?"
She said, "I love you, babe"
I said, "Do you, whoa woman
Do you, do you really love me?"

Ro ro ro ro ro ro ro Rosy
Ro ro ro ro ro ro ro Rosy
You're the apple of my eye
Ice cream in my cherry pie