Lyrics:
Now somewhere between the plastic dog and the flaps of the kitchen screen door
Rests a little gypsy moth, it got burned out from the war
It was
Montana fresh air filling up these lungs
Sweet as the sugarcane, burning hot
You're a flame and I'm a gypsy moth
You filled this guitar with music
Calmed
But no place I've been no place I've seen, compares to her smile
The European skies they just couldn't cut it
So she packed her bags, threw it up
before me
Cause I am lost
I can't control the actions of my gypsy heart
Lost in the City of Angels
(I am not lost)
(I am not lost)
(I am not lost)
I was
A second hand gypsy is no fading flower
Fingers are frozen in furious power
The pull of the moth to the fire
Your Achilles' desire
Cold cold sweat
The Gypsy Moth is a mighty high flyer, sailing on a midland sea
You are the object of my desire, the sun and the moon to me
I believe in love and you
her
Distinctive, powerful voice and
Leading roles in annite Get Your Gun, Gypsy
And Hello Dolly!
(6) Woody Herman: 1913-1987 American
Jazz clarinetist,
eyes
Marguerita...
Once I was free as a gypsy
A creature too wild to tame
Then suddenly I saw, Marguerita
And I was caught, like a moth in
everything here happens for a reason
Town full of Europeans acting like Lakotas
Saffron Sannyasin or Hanuman Devotees
Me, I'm just a White guy walking through
eyes
Marguerita
Once I was free as a gypsy
A creature too wild to tame
Then suddenly I saw, Marguerita
And I was caught, like a moth in the flame
Like gypsy moths that dance around a candle flame
And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you'd go
Until you did I never
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 in over his head
I was her
There's an old Gypsy Moth
Made of glue and cloth
That lands in a horse filled field
An unusual event for those palomino gents
Who just stared
All the way from Memphis, babe
In search of something new
You tell me now
That Memphis, girl
Don't hold a thing for you
Hypnotized by gypsy lies
Two in the morning, dry-dock town
The river rolls in the night
Little gypsy moth, she's all tied down
She quivers in the wind and the light
pane
Like gypsy moths that dance around a candle flame
And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you'd go
Until
Two in the morning dry-dock town
The river rolls in the night
Little gypsy moth she's all tied down
She quiver in the wind and the light
Yeah
bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget
I like gypsy moths and radio talk
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like gospel music
it
The dress's hugging your figure
My dessert after dinner
I feel a little tipsy
Cruising to Nipsey
Switch lanes in Europeans
Pull-up to the Four
and Soledad
Mexican mothers and European explorers from Wessling or Oslo
Reflecting confused, ambient smiles —
Though i know they are lonely too
Afro curls
bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget
I like gypsy moths and radio talk
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like gospel music
bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget
I like gypsy moths and radio talk
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like gospel music
T.V. and press - for reasons suddenly unclear
This is the European dream so nothing bad can happen
Hear the cries as freedom dies - the gods of war have
the cost of your freedom is a liberty tax
[Hook]
You should have known better than to be mingling with rats
Got a lead to your shack from some gypsies in
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