jenkins] (chorus) [gonna find me a gypsy and get my fortune told,] [i'm gonna find me a gypsy and get my fortune told.] [i'm gonna say please, missus gypsy
Priests: Mea culpa (Through my fault) Frollo: I'm not to blame Priests: Mea culpa (Through my fault) Frollo: It is the gypsy girl The witch who sent this flame
can touch the fire And when the fever takes a hold Next to you, I can touch the fire Her words fall in echoes Ringing bells like gypsy rhymes She has
am not lost) Lost in the City of Angels (I am not lost) We are like moths drawn to a flame We are like moths drawn to a flame You are our inspiration
lost) (I am not lost) (I am not lost) We are like moths drawn to a flame You are our inspiration We are like moths drawn to a flame 'Cause I'm lost
with flame... You met Jane four years ago today Dancing at some vomit-stained frat party Her newspaper gown, flashing headline brown, her violent gypsy
Gypsy, sittin' lookin' pretty A broken rose and laughin' eyes, baby You're a mystery always runnin' wild Like a child without a home, baby You're always
Gypsy, sittin lookin pretty A broken rose and laughin' eyes You're a mystery Always runnin' wild Like a child without a home You're always searchin' Searchin
the sticks Who crawled like snakes in the sand As the red clay took the form of a lizard Who rushed like a moth To the flame of my open hand My little
Serve the master so that, when tables, plans and maids are laid, Don Juan triumphs once again! (SIGNOR PIANGI, as Don Juan, emerges from behind the arch. MEG, a gypsy
the darkened library Thinking dark thoughts Son at home he doesn't really know Fifty-four years seems so very old Throws the carnival's ad in the fire Flames
don't even know But she was right for the time She was right for the time But time has a way of moving on I do recall a gypsy lady And a younger man
short WE UPHOLD Sky of blue sun of gold WE MAINTAIN On sunny days all sadness and pain be relieved WE BELIEVE The breeze blows the leaves in the gypsy
it! Now let it be war upon you both! (At a gesture from the PHANTOM, there is a flash of lighting and the stage erupts into flame) BEFORE THE PREMIERE
think he could outguess you? With your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims, And your match-book songs and your gypsy
my fingers and the moon is bright Beams of blue come flickering through my windowpane Like gypsy moths that dance around a candle flame
he could outguess you? With your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims, And your match-book songs and your gypsy