She knows, so turn the light on.
I love you. That is all.
And I hate pointy shoes. Ugly.
And I hate pointy shoes. Ugly.
Well, lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice; Ah, and it lights up the night And you see your gypsy; You see your gypsy; To the gypsy that remains faces freedom with a little fear; I have no fear, I have only love -Fleetwood Mac's Gypsy-
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