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One time in Rome, was far from homeWhen I spied the gypsy gal on the roadWe were on the same roadI wasn't paying much mind, just watching her skirts and stepping in timeBut her soft proud step, got me thinking yetStarted dreaming of the pretty girls I knowBut they're all at homeIn her raven black hair, a boy could whisper all his caresShe slowed and close, turned and offered a roseAnd those black, black eyes tore open my soulWas in a warm dark holeNow I'm not a fan of flowers, but I tell you friends I'm completely in her powerI stood there stunned, had to jump or runThen she smiled a little smile to say she knowedWe were on the same roadAnd she stuck out her tongue, as she laughed when my wallet come undoneAs she skipped away, heard her jewelry playBut when she glanced back over her bare shoulderI became a bit olderOh those black, black eyes belong to a girl who'll never be mine From Letras Mania