Gypsy and Pirate

"Ye be a good whore,"
I said to the lass,
"Ye never charge too much,
For a piece of ass."

"I charge you less,
And you know that's true,
Cause I hear music,
When we do, what we do."

"I be a Gypsy,
So it's a tale that's not tall.
Gypsy's make music when they make love,
'cause they have crystal balls."

"A Gypsy, I thought a Pirate ye be,
Sailing the ocean quick."
"I was until that fateful day,
That my ship was fucked by Moby's Dick."

"So let's try some 69,
When next I walk through the door."
"No," she cried, "I'd rather 77,
That way I get ate more."