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歌词:Clarks. Fast Moving Cars. Gypsy Lounge.

Well, sometimes lady call a sexy Sati
When she comes around
She dances for me
I spend my twenty when I roll through town

I think I?m believing
There?s no one here, I have nothing
There?s no more believing I?m only safe
'Cause I?m tired of sin

Well, everyday when the sun goes down
Well, everyway when her walls come down
My baby dances at the gypsy lounge

This drunked up trucker
He tried to talk her into going downtown
Smashed his kneecap, how?s his ball bat?
A fifth of crown

I think I?m believing
There?s nothing here I have not seen
There?s no more believing
Nothing comes like in between

Everyday when the sun goes down
Everyway when her walls come down
(Walls come down)
My baby dances at the gypsy lounge

I think I?m believing
There?s no one here, I have nothing
There?s no more believing I?m only safe
'Cause I?m tired of sin

Everyday when the sun goes down
Everyway when her walls come down
Everyday when the sun goes down, yeah
Everyday, everyday, everyday, well everyday
My baby dances at the gypsy lounge