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Was it her face that invaded your mind? Her kind isn't very hard to find She lets you think she found you first That’s how she works Her sick and twisted
Was it her face that invaded your mind? Her kind isn?t that hard to find She lets you think that you found her first That?s how she works, her sick and
I think you're coming around again Your psychic told you that she thinks it's the end of the line You put on that smile again And somehow forget you were
Hey gypsy woman Hey hey hey gypsy woman Look in your crystal ball and tell me where my baby's gone Gypsy woman, hey, gypsy woman Hey gypsy woman Hey
The winds are blowing every morning Just to do her hair now Because she cares you all Her day oh wouldn't be right Without her make up She's never had
From nowhere through a caravan around the campfire light A lovely woman in motion with hair as dark as night Her eyes were like that of a cat in the dark
Meagan's Gyspy eyes The lyres surround me Purple drops of rain The sun shone around me Death that clouds her life Will be forever Thee is loved Yet cannot
From nowhere through the caravan Round the campfire light A lovely woman in motion With hair as dark as night Her eyes were like That of a cat in the
The gypsy woman told me you were your mother's bad luck child the gypsy woman told me you were your mother's bad luck child you're having a good time
Silver coins that jingle jangle dancing shoes and dancing ties all the secrets of her dark eyes they did sing the gypsy rise yellow clover's entangles
Silver coins that jingle jangle Fancy shoes that dance in time Oh the secrets of her dark eyes They did sing a gypsy rhyme Yellow clover in tangled blossoms
Ten years before my time, I sang a song to a friend of mine, About a girl working for a dime. I didn't know that gypsy girl But I knew about her kind
I RECALL A GYPSY WOMAN (Bob McDill - Allen Reynolds) « © '70 Jack Music » Silver coins that jingle jangle fancy shoes that dance in time
So gypsy=this is NOT savage garden! Was a sleek and silver gypsy Who knocked upon my door I turn her away But she won't take no anymore Well I've been
From out of nowhere, through a caravan Around the campfire light Came a lovely woman in motion With hair as dark as night Her eyes were like those of
From nowhere through a caravan Around the campfire light A lovely woman in motion With hair as dark as night Her eyes like a cat in the dark They hypnotize
Yes I come around Never know a little sooner Casts a spell on me Casts a spell on me Casts a spell on me Casts a spell on me.... Gypsy woman Gypsy woman