wahaza extra

I’ve my monthly big entry tomorrow (from this month onwards, it will be my routine entry every month – about my past), which is kind of very-very sad.

So do come back, to say something…

Before I spoiled your holiday mood, lets celebrate someone life; cause when the love is gone, dear – it ain’t returning back.

While my love grows – hopefully, there was a Rosemary waiting at my door.

Check out the date of the chart topper and the background dancer, so classic.

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 can’t get away

I’m a lucky fella
And I’ve just got to tell her
That I love her endlessly
Because 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 can’t get away

I’m a lucky fella
And I’ve just got to tell her
That I love her endlessly
Because love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows like me

It keeps growing every place she’s been
And nobody knows like me

If you’ve met her, you’ll never forget her
And nobody knows like me

La la la- believe it when you’ve seen it
Nobody knows like me