Meagan's Gypsy Eyes - Blood, Sweat & Tears, Sweat & Tears

Meagan’s Gyspy eyes

The lyres surround me

Purple drops of rain

The sun shone around me

Death that clouds her life

Will be forever

Is loved

Yet cannot love, not never

Mystic thoughts of love

And her’s completely

Taught her how to run

Though not discreetly

Meagan’s not as old

As she’d like to think she’s young

Sophisitcated dreams

Are as plastic as the songs

She has sung

Likes to think she’s hung up on herself

And aren’t you lucky?

Meagan’s Gypsy eyes

The lyres surround me

Purple drops of rain

The sun shone 'round me