(Steve Katz)
Meagan's Gyspy eyes
The lyres surround me
Purple drops of rain
The sun shone around me
Death that clouds her life
Will be forever
[Thee?] Is loved
Yet cannot love, not never
Mystic thoughts of love
And her's completely
Taught her how to run
Though not discreetly
Meagan's not as old
As she'd like to think she's young
Sophisitcated dreams
Are as plastic as the songs
She has sung
Likes to think she's hung up on herself
And aren't you lucky?
Meagan's Gypsy eyes
The lyres surround me
Purple drops of rain
The sun shone 'round me