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