Dennis Brown - Love Grows

She ain't got no money,
Her clothes are kinda funny,
Her hair is kinda wild and free.
Oh, but love grows, where my Rosemary goes,
And nobody knows like me.

She talks kinda lazy,
And people say she she's crazy,
And her life's a mystery.
Oh, but love grows where my Rosemary goes,
And nobody knows, like me.

There's something about her hand holding mine,
It's a feeling that's fine,
And I just gotta say:
She's really got a magical spell,
And it's working so well,
That I just can't get away.

I'm a lucky fella,
And I've just got to tell her,
That I love her endlessly.
Oh, but love grows, where my Rosemary goes,
And nobody knows, like me.

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There's something about her hand holding mine,
It's a feeling that's fine,
And I just gotta say:
She's really got a magical spell,
And it's working so well,
That I just can't get away.

I'm a lucky fella,
And I've just got to tell her,
That I love her endlessly.
Oh, but love grows, where my Rosemary goes,
And nobody knows, like me..

Yes, girl, no, girl..
Yeah I love you..

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