Sabbirah/Introduction
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She was just a gypsy girl with her dark and dreamy eyes
she danced for Zena Martell, she was gifted and so wise
Her father was a castle, her grandma was a king
she rode the carnival procession; they made her gypsy queen
She could out talk all the locals with her wanton gypsy ways
she dated all the playboys, but with her love she stayed
She made such lovely flowers from papers fine and neat
she talked the gypsy lingo; her lips were red and sweet
She had a way of walking, always caught your eye
her nature was so noble
she rode the Ferris wheel
you could hear her on the sidewalks, her tongue was never still
She always talked to strangers, she had the common touch
with her gypsy ways of talking she had the gypsy luck.
