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REm
Tropical night, Malaria moon
Dying stars of the silver screen
She danced that famous Gypsy dance
With a hole in her tambourine
REm
I was young enough and dumb enough
I swallowed down my Mickey Finn
She'd hijacked a few hearts all right
I went into a tailspin
SIb REm7/LA SOLm7
Don't sing me, don't sing me, don't sing me
SIb/FA REm
No more gypsy love songs
SIb REm7/LA SOLm7
Don't sing me, don't sing me, don't sing me
SIb/FA REm
No more gypsy love songs
SOLm/RE REm
Don't stir it up again
REm
I put my arm around her waist
Says she, young man, you're getting warm
The room was going somewhere without me
And she laughed as she read my palm
Chorus
LAm MI FA DO REm SOL
Stillborn love, passionate dreams, pitiful greed
LAm MI FA DO
And the silver tongues of the tinker girls,
REm MIm
Who throw their book of life at you
FA SOL
But don't know how to read
REm
She was third generation Transylvanian
I was the seventh son of a seventh son
I begged the band don't play that tune
Please don't beguine the begun
REm
When I awoke, she'd cut and run
She stole my blueprints and my change
Just a horseshoe and a note on the bed
And all it said was--strange
Chorus
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