Lyrics:

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

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, my gypsy girl