Clarks, The
Gypsy Lounge
My sometimes ladyCall her sexy Sadie when she comes aroundShe dances for meI spend my twenty when I roll through townI think I'll be leavingThere's no one here I have not beenThere's no more believingI'm only saved 'cause I'm tired of sinAnd every day when the sun goes downEvery way when her walls come downMy baby dances at the Gypsy LoungeThis drunked-up truckerHe tried to luck here into going down townSmashed his kneecapHouse's ball bat a fifth of CrownI think I'll be leavingThere's nothing here I have not seenThere's no more believingThat nothing comes like in betweenAnd every day when the sun goes downEvery way when her walls come downMy baby dances at the Gypsy Lounge
From Letras Mania