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(With apologies to Dylan Thomas)
When I was a windy girl and a bit
And the black sheep of my family tree
(Loved as I was in spite of it)
I listened to the racist ....
As they slagged me off so merrily.
Gyppo! gyppo! the hoi-polloi cried
As they lay in wait for me outside
But forgot that I was a gypsy girl,
And not some push-over in a whirl.
Mark was his name and mark my words
He had a roving eye for the birds,
And being as how I was a wild child
Our paths sort of ended up reconciled.
Down the pub for a private party
Me and my lessy lover Gemma too,
We all got Brahms and sorta hearty
And I carried on like a right silly moo.
Down the boozer we all got drunk,
Drunk as a skunk in a luggage trunk,
And I got dared by Gemma my girl
To show off me bits; so, all in a whirl
I started taking off my kit
In front of a crowd that were loving it!
When it was over Mark went and said
He'd take me home but he took me to bed
Instead, and slapped me about
When I said no to what he was about.
So, I wound up all battered and bruised,
And I'd been violated and all by the bloke;
Who's fault was it? His, of course;
But I didn't help by acting all course,
And I had the chance not to get so all boozed,
And show some nous so I'd not have got a poke.
(OK, this is not exactly the best I can write; I wrote it out as I typed it but it IS from the heart and it IS true!)
Go figure!
When I was a windy girl and a bit
And the black sheep of my family tree
(Loved as I was in spite of it)
I listened to the racist ....
As they slagged me off so merrily.
Gyppo! gyppo! the hoi-polloi cried
As they lay in wait for me outside
But forgot that I was a gypsy girl,
And not some push-over in a whirl.
Mark was his name and mark my words
He had a roving eye for the birds,
And being as how I was a wild child
Our paths sort of ended up reconciled.
Down the pub for a private party
Me and my lessy lover Gemma too,
We all got Brahms and sorta hearty
And I carried on like a right silly moo.
Down the boozer we all got drunk,
Drunk as a skunk in a luggage trunk,
And I got dared by Gemma my girl
To show off me bits; so, all in a whirl
I started taking off my kit
In front of a crowd that were loving it!
When it was over Mark went and said
He'd take me home but he took me to bed
Instead, and slapped me about
When I said no to what he was about.
So, I wound up all battered and bruised,
And I'd been violated and all by the bloke;
Who's fault was it? His, of course;
But I didn't help by acting all course,
And I had the chance not to get so all boozed,
And show some nous so I'd not have got a poke.
(OK, this is not exactly the best I can write; I wrote it out as I typed it but it IS from the heart and it IS true!)
Go figure!
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