Gypsy Love
Rustling skirts of gypsy women
Ears all tattered with gold
Tambourines and bells abide
While hearts fly by on wings of old
Hoops of flaming fire
Honey nectar flows freely so
Eyes are black as coal at night
Red lips are all aglow
So Rustle those skirts my Gypsy Love
and stay with me a while
I feel you near my Gypsy Love
Come and make me smile
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