GYPSY LOVE

Don’t fall in love with a gypsy boy
I fell in love with a gypsy boy
Never fall in love with a gypsy boy
He’ll steal your heart and your money too

He had a tan like sienna
Dark hair like a racehorse
Fit and lean like a footballer
Body sweet like sugar with molasses

Tattoos like a prison gangster
Hairstyles straight from MTV
Metal chains and electric guitar
La vida loca, my Amore Gitano

The only man for me is a real gypsy boy
Spitting on the street, a skater and a rebel
Tempting all the young school girls and boys
With his good looks he is as handsome as the devil

I can hear that flamenco guitar playing me out
Telling me it’s time to move on
Ten years on and this town still reminds me of you
What love lost? What blood lost? All for you

Take my soul, and hang it, I’m done with you
Take my money, and burn it, no drugs for you
Take my heart, and shoot it, because love hurts
I can’t feel this pain anymore. I can’t feel sorry for you


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