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