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Gypsy Girl

We were standing in the shadows of the pouring rain. 
She asked me for a cigarette and I asked for her name. 
She said, "I've met kings and saints all over the world, 
"No matter where I go they call me a gypsy girl." 

Oh, gypsy girl. 

She had silver spanish bracelets, 
A french necklace made of gold. 
Had eyes that could end a war 
And a loveliness that can't be sold. 
She caught me starin and her lips began to curl. 
I said "I never seen nothing like you, you gypsy girl." 

Oh, gypsy girl. 

We spent the night together til the dawn broke us apart. 
She said I'd love to love you boy, but I'd only break your heart. 
She grabbed tight my hands, looked down in my soul, 
Yeah, I should've seen it coming when I watched that gypsy girl go. 

Oh, gypsy girl. 

I never saw her again except in the flashes of my dreams. 
And I dream about her til my mind comes apart at the seams. 
She's somewhere, she's free, halfway around the world 
And I'm locked up with my love for that gypsy girl. 

Oh, gypsy girl.
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