Ten years before my time
I sang a song to a friend of mine
I didn't know that gypsy girl
'Bout a girl working for a dime
Her love was cheap and always up for sale
But I knew about her kind of thrill
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
But words don't age for me, they turn to gold
And she's so scared of growing old
Holds my hope into the air
Gypsy girl with raven hair
She's the one that never seemed to care Ooh picture this, I'm not alone
With my gypsy girl, with my gypsy girl But when I sing your song, I'm not alone La la la la la la la la la.
But when I sing your song, I'm not alone
Ooh picture this, I'm not alone
With my gypsy girl, my gypsy girl.
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