Upon my word, what could it be?
Is it love, or is it me
That makes me change so suddenly
From looking out to feeling free
I sit here lying in my bed
Wondering what it was I said
That made me think I'd lost my head
When I knew I'd lost my heart instead
So won't you please read my signs, be a gypsy
Tell me what I hope to find deep within me
Because you can find my mind, please be with me
Of all the better things I've heard
Loving you has made the words
And all the rest seem so absurd
When in the end it all comes out, I'm sure
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