[ The song that this is set to is 'Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves' by Cher. It was inspired by a video on youtube, the same name but they forgot to put the 'r' in tramps. look it up; it's amazing.
so i own nothing. at all. which makes me want to cry :'(
no flames when reviewing please and thank you (ewwww that makes me sound all sugary and sweet... ewwww)]
*Jemima POV*
I was born in the wagon of a travelin' show
My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw
Papa would do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel
Sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good
I watched as Mum danced around the clearing, the Toms throwing small change at her and Aunt Bomba. I glanced over at Uncle Tugger and Dad, who were preaching and selling drinks. It wasn't a good life, it wasn't a decent life. But it was my life. Gypsies, tramps and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us gypsies, tramps and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down
Oh yes. I was fourteen now, just as the Toms began to notice me. They'd act as though we were dirt during the daylight, but when night fell : that act died. And they came here. Soon I'd have to start dancing too. I wasn't scared, but I wasn't excited either.
Picked up a boy just south of Mobile
Gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal
I was sixteen, he was twenty-one
Rode with us to Memphis
And papa woulda' shot him if he knew what he'd done
Alonzo his name was. He was a handsome, strong, and flirtatious Tom. I quickly fell for him. And one night. It just happened. It may have been the way he whispered in my ear after the show, or how we sat in the moonlight in our ackward silence. It could have been the way he said he loved me, how he loved the way I dance beside my Mum. Or the way our tails wrapped around each others, and how his lips crashed onto mine. The burning feeling pulling me in.
Gypsies, tramps and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us gypsies, tramps and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down
Tonight was my first show. I gulped as my tail twitched nervously. Alonzo winked at me from beside his dad as I walked into the clearing.
I never had schoolin' but he taught me well
With his smooth southern style
Three months later, I'm a gal in trouble
And I haven't seen him for a while
I haven't seen him for a while
Alonzo up and left one night. Taking that nights earning with him. Why did I trust him?
Mum and Bomba are working double tonight. The show will be longer, and the men should be twice as drunk. It was probably my fault. I did blame myself for having trusted Alonzo.
I was born in the wagon of a travelin' show
My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw
Papa would do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel
Sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good
Gypsies, tramps and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us gypsies, tramps and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down
[Short and retarded I know. But it's a yummy song, and the video was really good. I only wish I could have brought it justice. But I didn't :'(]