PM: She woke up In a town made of quick sand Gets harder to move every day she stays He woke up in the same hotel he always does Just different numbers on the door Well, maybe they’ll meet And, maybe they won’t Well, maybe they love each other And maybe they don’t
She’s a Gypsy He’s a Pirate on the run
BC: Her eyes, they know too much To treat you like somebody But you just cant touch His smile ain’t seen the light of day Exchanged it for some treasure Somewhere along the way Maybe the stars will align so they can sail on together Or maybe he’ll steal her laugh And she’ll take his heart and his favorite sweater
She’s a Gypsy He’s a Pirate on the run
PM: Oh yes, they finally did meet And let me tell, ya PM&BC: We loved a first and last kinda love PM: I was perfect for her soul BC: I was perfect for his heart PM&BC: And together we are perfect apart
Back when it was only you and me Baby, we were gonna be fine Oh, then reality made sure that you’d never be mine
BC: I’m a Gypsy He’s a Pirate on the run
Yeah that’s right
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