Meagan's Gypsy Eyes — Blood, Sweat & Tears

(Steve Katz)

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

Thee?

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