| Golden Earrings |
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| There’s a story the gypsies know is true |
| That when your love wears golden earrings, |
| She belongs to you. |
| An old love story that’s known to very few, |
| But if you wear those golden earrings, |
| Love will come to you. |
| By the burning fire, they will glow with ev’ry coal. |
| You will hear desire whisper low inside your soul. |
| So be my gypsy, |
| Make love your guiding light, |
| And let that pair of golden earrings |
| Cast their spell tonight. |
