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I think im correct in saying that she is singing about celtic fc

user
if you like gypsies, YOU need meditation, or a bullet!

user
Now I know where Diana Ross got her hair from back in the day! LOL

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come on people, this is a ballad, a story, who cares about her nose, or her surgery, this is art for our times

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you are a psychotic, you need medication

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she was hot before her surgory why did she have it done?????

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gypsys and muslims are the same, nobody wants them, if you ask me, 10dollar to everybody you shoot...

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Although I think I know, what is the meaning of this song, line by line or synopsis> (I mean, I have a general idea, but..)

user
well..she is a gypsy or something like that and she sings about her life and how she ended up doing it with a 21 year old guy and got pregnant after that..and she's a mother at kinda 16 and with no husband..and the idea of the song isn;t really an dea, i mean, she is well known for constantly changing her image and singing a vast variety of themes..this is just one of them..

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Well, isn't it about, umm, prostitution in the chorus...


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Lyrics:
I was born in the wagon of a travellin' show
My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw
Papa would do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of
Doctor Good

Gypsys, tramps, and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us Gypsys, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down

Picked up a boy just south of
Mobile Gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal I was sixteen, he was twenty-one
Rode with us to Memphis
And papa woulda shot him if he knew what he'd done

Gypsys, tramps, and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us Gypsys, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down

I never had schoolin' but he taught me well
With his smooth southern style
Three months later I'm a gal in trouble
And I haven't seen him for a while, uh-huh I haven't seen him for a while, uh-huh

She was born in the wagon of a travellin' show
Her mama had to dance for the money they'd throw
Grandpa'd do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of
Doctor Good

Gypsys, tramps, and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us Gypsys, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down


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