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

Gypsy lady lost her soul

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 in the air

Saying that she didn't really care