| When I was just a young boy
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| Sixteen or so
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| I kept these magazines
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| And I never told a soul and
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| Maybe I’m going crazy
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| But I saw that cover girl tonight
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| She had a
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| She’s looking so damn fine
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| But now I go home to an empty bed
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| With a dizzy head, and a hangover to come
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| So I pray to God and hope he hears me
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| That she comes knocking at my door
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| And I say, «Thank you God»
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| And my heart falls down
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| And I stand alone
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| She walked on in, so full of sin
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| This girl called Gypsy Rose
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| And my eyes they burn
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| And she’s turning me to stone
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| She stood right there with
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| Making my kingdom come
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| Cause she’s sweet, sweet like sugar
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| Miss Gypsy Rose
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| Oh Miss Gypsy Rose
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| Miss Gypsy Rose
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| One night we spent together
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| I’ll never be the same
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| I’m hers forever
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| Now, no, no one could blame me
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| She brought me so close to heaven
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| I saw the good lord on his throne
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| But somehow, when I woke up the next morning
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| I woke up on my own
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| So now I roam around all over town
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| Asking on the streets where she might be
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| 'Til one day I found the man at an old news stand
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| Who brought me out a top shell magazine
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| And now she was dressed as a beauty queen
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| And my heart falls down
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| And I stand alone
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| She walked on in, so full of sin
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| This girl called Gypsy Rose
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| And my eyes they burn
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| And she’s turning me to stone
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| She stood right there with
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| Making my kingdom come
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| Cause she’s sweet, sweet like sugar
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| Miss Gypsy Rose
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| Cause she’s sweet, sweet like sugar
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| Miss Gypsy Rose |