Ten years before my time
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I sang a song to a friend of mine
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'bout a girl working for a dime
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Although I didn't know that gypsy girl
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But knew about her kind of thrill
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Her love's not cheap but always up for sale
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Picture this, I was alone
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But when I sing this song
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I'm not alone
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With my gypsy girl
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Gypsy lady lost her soul
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She's so scared of growing old
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But words don't age for me to turn to gold
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Gypsy girl with raven hair
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Eyes like saucers, with a stare
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That says she's the one that never seems to care
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Picture this, I was alone
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But when I sing this song
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I'm not alone
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With my gypsy girl
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Gypsy girl plays it fair
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Throws her hand in the air
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Saying that she didn't really care
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Gypsy Girl
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Wet Wet Wet |