Gypsy girl 

dressed in red and black,

Auburn curls

fall down your back,

In the garden 

bare feet you sway,

The music transports you 

so far away,

In your sweet voice I 

hear you say,

That you think of him

every single day,

Tell me what 

it is about him,

You’ve called him the sweetest

most perfect sin,

Gypsy girl so wild 

untame, 

Tell me how your heart

he’s slain,

Tell me how he has your soul

so true,

And how anything for him

you will do,

Gypsy girl 

bare feet on earth,

You set yourself on fire

and from the ashes rebirth,

You weave your words

speak of love in waves,

You say you drown in him

and yet you he save’s, 

Gypsy girl 

dressed in red and black,

Auburn curls

fall down your back,

So tell me girl

does he own your soul,

Much more you reply

he owns me whole….

.x.

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