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People say my head is in a cloud
When you’re not around
But they don’t know just what I’m thinking about
They don’t know what I’ve found
When the one you love is far away
You’ve got to improvise
So anytime I want you in my arms, all I do is close my eyes

I’m making love in my mind
I’m loving you all the time
I’m making love in my mind with you, to you

My imagination runs away
To almost anywhere
If I took a penny for my thoughts
I would be a millionaire

I’m making love in my mind
I’m loving you all the time
I’m making love in my mind to you, just you

Oh, I’m making love in my mind
I’m loving you all the time
I’m making love in my mind with you, to you, with you

Every night I used to get warm
By the bathroom heater
A cold one-bedroom house
My father was the neighborhood cheater
Oh, how I dreaded wearing
My one dress to the summer dance
Strutting along
With a back wood boy in baggy pants
How I dreamed to change my life some way
Or end it in a bayou bay
I wanted love, I always thought
But every man I loved I always caught
Wrapped up in another woman’s arms

One night I drove in and watch a drive-in movie
The hero rode a motorbike
And every word he said was groovy
He picked up a girl, who looked a lot like me
And rode her all around
The movie ended when they fell in love and settled down
How I dreamed to change my life some way
Or end it in a bayou bay
I wanted love, I always thought
But every man I loved I always caught
Wrapped up in another woman’s arms
Searching too hard, I fell in love with a married man
He gave me a son
And day and night, the back of his hand
Every morning when I woke up
I felt an empty space
He was living down at Rosie’s drinking up the whole damn place

One night I drove in and watch a drive-in movie
The hero rode a motorbike
And every word he said was groovy
He picked up a girl, who looked a lot like me
And rode her all around
The movie ended when they fell in love and settled down
How I dreamed to change my life some way
Or end it in a bayou bay
I wanted love, I always thought
But every man I loved I always caught
Wrapped up in another woman’s arms
Searching too hard, I fell in love with a married man
He gave me a son
And day and night, the back of his hand
Every morning when I woke up
I felt an empty space
He was living down at Rosie’s drinking up the whole damn place

I came to the city cause the folks back home
Thought I was pretty enough to make it
They bought me a ticket on a star-bound greyhound
I was on my way
But I landed in a dance hall
Part time money was all I could make

Saying hey mister, take a chance
It only costs you a dime a dance
And if you’re looking for romance
I’ll be nice to you
Hey mister, it’s so cold
When you don’t have someone to hold
I’ll do anything I’m told to do
Baby, I want you

At the time he was living with his wife and kids
She wasn’t giving him the love he needed
He poured out his troubles at the Sleepwell Motel
As I poured the wine
He said that he was gonna marry me
If she’d only let him go
So a worn-out promise
And a party gown keeps me in this town

Saying hey mister, take a chance
It only costs you a dime a dance
And if you’re looking for romance
I’ll be nice to you
Hey mister, it’s so cold
When you don’t have someone to hold
I’ll do anything I’m told to do
Baby, I want you

I was born in the wagon of a traveling 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

Gypsy’s, tramps, and thieves
We’d hear it from the people of the town
They’d call us gypsy’s, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down

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 would’ve shot him if he knew what he’d done

Gypsy’s, tramps, and thieves
We’d hear it from the people of the town
They’d call us gypsy’s, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down

I never had schooling 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, uh-huh
I haven’t seen him for a while, uh-huh

She was born in the wagon of a traveling show
Her mama had to dance for the money they’d throw
Grandpa’d do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good

Gypsy’s, tramps, and thieves
We’d hear it from the people of the town
They’d call us gypsy’s, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down

Gypsy’s, tramps, and thieves
We’d hear it from the people of the town
They’d call us gypsy’s, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down

Organ music softly playing
Sounds of people’s whispers saying
"She’s a pretty bride; you’re such a lucky man"
I smile and blink the tears away
And find the proper words to say
While aching with the pain they just can’t understand

It could have been me
Wearing that dress of white
It could have been me
Holding you close tonight
It could have been me
Giving your children life
Why can’t it be me who’ll be your wife?

Now we’re all gathered together
You vow your love for worse or better
Lift her veil and kiss her with a tender glow
Then leading her back up the aisle
I try to meet your eyes and smile
But all the time my heart is breaking so

It could have been me
Wearing that dress of white
It could have been me
Holding you close tonight
It could have been me
Giving your children life
Why can’t it be me who’ll be your wife?

They toast the lovely bride and groom
And as you leave the noisy room
They say that it’s my turn to catch the bride’s bouquet
And as the crowd goes streaming past
And someone says "He’s hers at last"
I hold my pretty flowers and slowly walk away

It could have been me
Wearing that dress of white
It could have been me
Holding you close tonight
It could have been me
Giving your children life
Why can’t it be me who’ll be your wife?