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 knew about her kind of thrill
Her love was cheap and
always up for sale

Oh Picture this, I was alone (alone)
When I fell in love
I'm was alone (alone),
Oh With my gypsy girl

Now 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
seems to care

Oh Picture this, I not alone
When I sing your song,
I'm not alone,
With my gypsy girl
With my gipsy girl

Oh Picture this, I not alone (alone)
When I sing your song,
I'm not alone,
With my gypsy girl
My gipsy girl