American Mary, the Rich Girl With a Gypsy Heart
She's a Rose, among the Thorns
A walking contradiction
A breathing work of art
A truthful work of fiction
An unique, uncut stone
A little bit contrary
The Rich Girl with the Gypsy Heart
The real life American Mary
Her smile can light a room
But if she offers it beware
Cos when the smile it fades
She's a tempest, dark and rare
She's sunshine every morning
A pleasure to behold
She's passion, in the heat of night
In a love, both raw and bold
If you get to hold her hand
Get to walk a ways with Mary
You'll remember her forever
In dreams, both wild and scarey
She is built to raise the soul
And every heart she touches
As sure as Hellfire burns
And each Fallen Angel blushes
She'll simmer on the surface
As a hunger burns within
And the line between society's chains
Is etched there, dark as Sin
A mind that's keen and sharp
Guides a body forged in fire
That could make a Saint a Sinner
And an Honest man a liar
So, resist the urge to, hold her hand
If it's offered unto you
The promise of the Promised Land
Is a promise she'll make true
Take an ageing fools advice
You're Damned, right from the start
She'll get to you beneath your skin
The Rich Girl with the Gypsy Heart
Copyright © Peter Walsh | Year Posted 2023
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