got no gypsy blood Gimme all your silver, Gimme all your gold I could tell you stories make your blood run cold I'd do things you never would I ain't got no gypsy blood
young Sophisticated dreams Are as plastic as the songs She has sung Likes to think she's hung up on herself And aren't you lucky? Meagan's Gypsy eyes
I been up and I been down, yeah She's the warmest thing I've ever seen 'Cause she got red hot gypsy blood Keepin' me warm tonight Yes, she got red hot gypsy blood
翻訳: 血と汗と涙. ミーガンのジプシーアイズ.
翻訳: パーカー、グラハム. ジプシーブラッド.
SAMMY I GOT Y'. I SHOT Y' AND Y' BLOODY KNOW I DID I GOT Y', I SHOT Y' LINDA I STOPPED IT WITH THE BIN LID SAMMY BIN LID - BUT YOU KNOW THAT
up until the floods You could call it an omen, points you where you're goin' Set my compass north, I got winter in my blood Acadian driftwood, gypsy
, oh, maybe the worst time Oh, worthwhile, is it really worthwhile? When the sky is a gypsy Oh, will I die with her with me? And the sky is a gypsy
, you ain't nothing but gone My gypsy biker's coming home And now I'm out countin' white lines Countin' white lines and getting stoned My gypsy biker
fire and anger The misguided angel with deep routed fears My face shows the years of blood sweating tears Pay attention, this gypsy that deeply senses
Oh, oh, helpless and slow, And you don't have anywhere to go You take away homes from the homeless And leave them to die in the cold The gypsy
niggaz marinate I'm all about tecs and good jooks and sex Israelite books, holdin' government names from Ness MC's are crawlin' out, every hole in the slum You be aight like blood
I bought a sequined suit from a pearly queen She could drink more wine than I'd ever seen She had some gypsies' blood flowing through her feet And when
I am a sinner and I'll be back I am a gypsy I get what I can I've got one thing and I like to call it Revenge, revenge I've been rocked, you know I've
tell me what my life could be about 'Less you've walked in these gypsy boots of mine These gypsy boots, they don't wear down It's in my blood, I
Just a girl born in Dixie, washed in the blood And raised on the banks of the Mississippi mud She always had a thing about fallin' in love with a bad
for free We sure got lost there, Dad and Mom and me He'd let me steer on straight a ways as we drove from town to town We knew that Daddy's gypsy blood
I still recall the place When I first felt your gypsy wind playin' on my face That summer's long since gone But gypsy winds have ways of staying on Voices