by Charles Scott Boyer Oh my word, what does it mean? Is it love or is it me That makes me change so suddenly? Looking out, feeling free. Sit here lying in my bed, Wondering what it was I'd said That made you think I'd lost my head, When I knew I lost my heart instead. Won't you please read my signs, be a gypsy. Tell me what I hope to find deep within me. Because you can find my mind, please be with me. Of all the better things I've heard, Loving you has made the words And all the rest seem so absurd, 'Cause in the end it all comes out unsure.
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