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Esmeralda...I know your birth name was Agnes
You been brought up with Gypsies...for so long now
Oh, you're in Paris...an' I know your love is for Phoebus
But he's jus' been teasin' you...you're pert an' you're wow
And you are the queen of dancers, girl, so jump up on the table
I know your goat does tricks he's more than just your pet
Now it seems to me no fine sings have been made about this fable
But I'm so surprised Al Rhodes ain't done one yet
Esmeralda...oh, in the frame for a murder
You'll hang from a girder...your mouth it will foam
An' Quasi, oh Quasi...well he's got plans in the makin'
It's you he'll be takin' so your death he'll postpone
With his feat so bold you are feelin' fine
The mob runs wild an' their torches shine
The troops all yell "The Gypsies we will slay"
The king has seen you all as foes
It's not funny now you're facin' woes today
Quasimodo...you're on the churches' defences
Her sentence commences...you're full o' hate
A tear is runnin'...an' then you whisper "I love you"
You bet there ain't no God above you (Ain't no God above you)
You wanted her to bloody love you...but now it's too late
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