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