kings And I try to harmonize with songs The lonesome sparrow sings There are no kings inside the gates of Eden The motorcycle black Madonna Two-wheeled gypsy
he could outguess you ? With your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims And your match-book songs and your gypsy
There's a man on the corner Got his head in his hat He dances like a gypsy so he must be where it's at. Do the rock do the woodland rock Let it
-off See the girl in dance In her man-skin pants Such a rip-off Terraplane Tommy Wants to bang your gong It's a rip-off Such a rip-off Gypsy
Gypsy Dave never has, babe I got a jealous dream of losing you, oh deed I have Now I can never say I'd ever miss you, gal 'Cause I'm proud as a king,
are a part of my soul, it's clear for all To see Oh no no no, I am you Gypsy you're inside of me (music: king diamond/michael denner; Lyrics: king diamond
You have got everything I need You can bring my soul out of me I'll pay your wicked price, deliver your merchandise Gypsy, you'll drive me a dream Acid
not the hassles They helped themselves to pig and peach And drank from King's own chalice Oh, it was a stirring sight, these gypsies in the palace And
the sea Says, "Farewell, Angelina, the sky is trembling and I must leave" Well, the jack and the queen have forsake the courtyard Fifty-two gypsies now
Sky is turning poison Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Helicopters are coming Helicopters are coming To take me far away Two-fingered Gypsy king
on the fast lane Hot shot cars and helicopter parts And painted ponies going up and down in my brain This little girlie Mary Jane is drivin' me crazy A gypsy
upright And leave the other apes in the jungle, cause he that tight... you got me fucked up I knew that shit could take flight When my social studies teacher told me gypsies
after I shit Your face wipes that ass clean now time to get tipsy And don't want a bitch If she can't rub the balls like a gypsy, who's all in? Nutz
must be into Something bad for me 'cause I sure lost a lot of weight Tell 'em I'm out on the road With some old rock 'n' roll band Living like a Gypsy King
view I need to talk but I can't find my shoes It's on me Rains on me It's on me Rains on me It rains it rains The rain drops fall like gypsy
whisper in the wings To those condemned accordingly To wait for succeeding kings And I try to harmonize with songs The lonesome sparrow sings There are no kings
, and if I try to pirate it for free I'll get aids? I would have guessed scurvy. Well, see you later ghost of Dr.Martin Luther King Jr. Wanna hear a rap
ain't never passed the +ROC+ I still dip and dab,stick my hand in bigger bags Link a gram or give 'em slabs, trips wit tan in gypsy cabs (outta tan) I