Ten years before my time

I sang a song to a friend of mine

'Bout a girl working for a dime

I didn't know that gypsy girl

But I knew about her kind of thrill

Her love was cheap and always up for sale



Oooh picture this, I was alone

But when I fell in love I was alone

With my gypsy girl



Now a gypsy lady lost her soul

And she's so scared of growing old

But words don't age for me, they turn to gold

Gypsy girl with raven hair

Holds my hope into the air

She's the one that never seemed to care



Ooh picture this, I'm not alone

But when I sing your song, I'm not alone

With my gypsy girl, with my gypsy girl



La la la la la la la la la....



Ooh picture this, I'm not alone

But when I sing your song, I'm not alone

With my gypsy girl, my gypsy girl