Paroles de Gypsy Eyes
Alela Diane
Paper pockets was my pastel
And from marching maps my finger nails
I scratching for a brave
That's not been wrong yet
That's not been wrong yet
'cause i was a child with fits of fury
I was a child with fits of fury
And i didn't love my god less
And i didn't need my full skirt
Oh, i didn't love my god less
And i didn't need my full skirt
To beg green gypsy eyes
To beg green gypsy eyes
But i've seen you in narrow streets
I've turned some rocky ground
So i prune my trees back
For a stand tall garden
And i've counted some closets
So i, counted some closets
But now i'll knock my
Now i'll knock my
Sorrow shadows
I'll knock my sorrow, shadows
'cause i was a child with fits of fury
Oh, i was a child with fits of fury
And i didn't love my god bless
And i didn't need my full skirt
Oh, i didn't love my god bless
And i didn't need my full skirt
To beg green gypsy eyes
To beg green gypsy eyes
Do you see this holy, holy spirit
Round my neck
Do you see i wear
This holy spirit round my neck
But it's for my sister swallow
So play me pardon
Father son
Play me pardon
Father son
Father son
Father son
'cause i was a child with fits of fury
Oh, i was a child with fits of fury
And i didn't love my god bless
And i didn't need my full skirt
Oh, i didn't love my god bless
And i didn't need my full skirt
To beg green gypsy eyes
To beg green gypsy eyes
InterprèteAlela Diane
LabelAlela Diane - sous licence exclusive AllPoints
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