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Ten years befire 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
Here 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
trun 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.