I met her at the airportwe talked on the plane
She saw that I was downcast and said it was a shame.
I gave her all the reasons for being in despair
She said that explanations won t get you anywhere.
It s not a matter of virtue or the cause you defend
It s only the moments of choice that count in the end.

We get a bit of the good lifea piece of the cake
And enough of the hard times to keep us awake.
It takes the eyes of a womanthe heart of a child
The soul of a gypsyto cherish the wild
The eyes of a womanthe heart of a child
The soul of a gypsyto cherish the wild.

She hit me in a weak spotI knew that she was right
She said"Can you imagine a day without a night?
Good without the evilis a cob without the corn
It s with the air of demons that angels can be born
It s not a matter of virtue or the cause you defend
It s only the moments of choice that count in the end.
"

We get a bit of the good lifea piece of the cake
And enough of the hard times to keep us awake.
It takes the eyes of a womanthe heart of a child
The soul of a gypsyto cherish the wild
The eyes of a womanthe heart of a child
The soul of a gypsyto cherish the wild.

We get a bit of the good lifea piece of the cake
And enough of the hard times to keep us awake.
It takes the eyes of a womanthe heart of a child
The soul of a gypsyto cherish the wild.

We get a bit of the good lifea piece of the cake
And enough of the hard times to keep us awake.
It takes the eyes of a womanthe heart of a child
The soul of a gypsyto cherish the wild.

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