Paroles de Santa Rosa Rita
My little Santa Rosa RitaWore high heels on her feet
A ring on every finger
And a couple on her toes
Well she told me where to meet her
And then my Santa Rosa Rita
Showed me a thing or two
I did not know
Like how to swing a pretty thing
To a rockin' sound
Dip her on my hip
Let her hair hang down
Spin around again
And never lose the beat
Toss her up and catch her
Right between my feet
Well you really gotta meet her
She's my Santa Rosa Rita
My little Santa Rosa Rita
Sure turns up the heat
A little hotter when the music
Starts to sway
And there ain't nobody sweeter To a rockin' sound
Dip her on my hip
Let her hair hang down
Spin around again
And never lose the beat
Toss her up and catch her
Right between my feet
Well you just can't beat her
She's my Santa Rosa Rita
I wish I had
Not agreed to
Let my Santa Rosa Rita
Share a dance with anyone but me
But the gentleman insisted
And I had not resisted
Now Santa Rosa's just a memory
But I can swing a pretty thing
To a rockin' sound
Dip her on my hip
Let her hair hang down
Spin around again
And never lose the beat
Toss her up and catch her
Right between my feet
Well you really gotta meet her
She's my Santa Rosa Rita
Well I guess I couldn't keep her
She's my Santa Rosa Rita
Showed me a thing or two
I did not know
Like how to swing a pretty thing
To a rockin' sound
Dip her on my hip
Let her hair hang down
Spin around again
And never lose the beat
Toss her up and catch her
Right between my feet
Well you really gotta meet her
She's my Santa Rosa Rita
My little Santa Rosa Rita
Sure turns up the heat
A little hotter when the music
Starts to sway
And there ain't nobody sweeter To a rockin' sound
Dip her on my hip
Let her hair hang down
Spin around again
And never lose the beat
Toss her up and catch her
Right between my feet
Well you just can't beat her
She's my Santa Rosa Rita
I wish I had
Not agreed to
Let my Santa Rosa Rita
Share a dance with anyone but me
But the gentleman insisted
And I had not resisted
Now Santa Rosa's just a memory
But I can swing a pretty thing
To a rockin' sound
Dip her on my hip
Let her hair hang down
Spin around again
And never lose the beat
Toss her up and catch her
Right between my feet
Well you really gotta meet her
She's my Santa Rosa Rita
Well I guess I couldn't keep her
She's my Santa Rosa Rita
BRIAN SETZER, MARK WINCHESTER
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