Ten years before my time, I sang a song to a friend of mine, About 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. Ooh, picture this, I was
alone, But when I fell in love I was alone With my gipsy girl. Now gypsy lady
lost her soul And she's so scared of growing old But words don't age for me to
turn to gold. Gypsy girl with raven hair Holds my hope into the air She's the
one that never seems to care Ooh, picture this, I'm not alone But when I sing
your song I'm not alone With my gypsy girl. La la la... La la la... La la
la... 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.
