She ain't got no money, her clothes are kind of funny, hair is kind of wild and free.
Oh, but love grows where my rosemary goes, and nobody knows like me.
She talks kind of lazy, people say she's crazy, and her love's a mystery.
Oh, but love grows where my rosemary goes, and nobody knows like me.
There's something about her head holding mine, it's a feeling that's fine, and I just gotta say,
Hey!
She really got a magical spell, and it's working so well, that I can't get away.
I am a lucky fella, I just gotta tell her, that I love her endlessly.
Oh, but love grows where my rosemary goes, and nobody knows like me.
There's something about her head holding mine, it's a feeling that's fine, and I just gotta say,
Hey!
She really got a magical spell, and it's working so well, that I can't get away.
I am a lucky fella, I just gotta tell her, that I love her endlessly.
Oh, but love grows where my rosemary goes, and nobody knows like me.
Oh, but love grows where my rosemary goes, and nobody knows like me.
Oh, but love grows where my rosemary goes, and nobody knows like me.
Nobody knows like me.