So I'm back to the velvet underground



Back to the floor

that I love.

To a room with some lace and paper flowers



Back to the gypsy that I was

to the gypsy that I was.

And it all comes down to you

well

you know that it does.

Well

lightning strikes

maybe once

maybe twice -

Ah

and it lights up the night

and you see your gypsy



You see your gypsy.

To the gypsy that remains faces freedom with a little fear.

I have no fear

I have only love.

And if I was a child and the child was enough



Enough for me to love

enough to love.

She is dancing away from me now

she was just a wish



She was just a wish and a memory is all that is left for you now.

You see your gypsy

oh

you see your gypsy.

Lightning strikes

maybe once

maybe twice

And it all comes down to you.

Lightning strikes

maybe once

maybe twice . . .