Ten years before my time,
I sang a song to a friend of mine,
‘Bout a girl working for a dime
Although I didn`t know
that gypsy girl,
But knew about her kind of thrill
Her love`s not cheap but
always up for sale
Picture this, I was alone
But when I sing this song,
I`m not alone,
With my gypsy girl
Now gypsy lady lost her soul
And she`s so scared of growing old
But words don`t age for me to
turn to gold
Gypsy girl with raven hair
Eyes like saucers, with a stare
That says she`s the one that never
seems to care
Picture this, I was alone
But when I sing this song,
I`m not alone,
With my gypsy girl
Gypsy girl plays it fair
Throws her hand into the air
Saying that she didn`t really care.
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