Josephine the gypsy
Not a lover, fortune teller
She could see what you can't see
She could see what you can't see
It did her well to enchant and captivate
To enchant and captivate
Best for eyes
With no eyes
Her broken self
With a shimmering glow
Josephine the dancer
Half a man, half a woman lay
Wilted limbs, fibre flesh
Broken ballerina, cat marionette
Best for eyes
With no eyes
Her broken self
With a shimmering glow
Gonna drown
In the heaving seas
Leaving for the waves
Her broken self
With a shimmering glow
Her broken self
With a shimmering glow
Josephine the dancer
Not a self-hypnotic man
Cunning man's minds are strange
His minds are strange
Cunning man in the woodshed
Never more to be told
Josephine the gypsy
Is my own strange
Cleaning up the seas
Holding down the waves
Blinded by the sun
Cunning man
Cunning man
Cunning man
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