Gypsy Rose

Gypsy Rose, sweet as wine,
makes her living all the time
She Takes her love to the borderline
Sells her body, just to make a dime


--Just Like A Key To a Wonderful Life
Born to Live, Born to die
Ain't got no reason to justify
When everything she hears is just a lie--

She Rides the Highway in the devil's car
She Makes her money at the local bar
She Looks For reasons to believe the stars
She don't know how she could have gone too far

She listens closely to all she hears
Playing the jukebox, selling beers
She hangs around on the edge of Fears
Stirring up the memories, She's bee dead for years