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So the star needs a stage
To change her clothes
And the natives are restless
Their anxiety shows
He:
And their hostile posture
Seems to say
She:
When will she be back?
He:
Who the hell are they?
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But the knowledgable gypsy knows
It's ridiculous to throw a fit
That's the way things are
When they pay to see a star
He:
But...
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Little do they know
And little do they see
Without us paying court
Without us in support
How lousy she might be
She:
When we go...
(::Music plays::)
He:
They don't even stir
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When we go...
(::Music plays::)
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They only look at her
Girls:
Such inequality
Men:
Little do they know
Girls:
Ooh-wah, ooh-wah
Men:
That we are even there
Girls:
Ooh-wah, ooh-wah
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Yes, that's the gypsy's curse
And what is even worse
Little do they care
Men:
Mornings at the bar
Women:
Mornings at the bar
Men:
Sweating through the class
Girls:
Sweating through the class
Girl #1:
Yet she's the one they spot
Girl #2:
No matter what you got
Girl #3:
On how you posturesque
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If the like...
(::Music plays::)
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We didn't hear the proof
Yet she goes...
(::music plays::)
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And hear them raise the roof
Talk about equity
Gotta have a dream
Girls:
Ah ah ah ah
Men:
That isn't mine alone
Girls:
Ah ah ah
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Each gypsy that you see
Is just the same as me
The fact is why we know
Someday I'll go so far
That I'll become a star
With gypsy's of my own!
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