I’m in love with a gypsy.
Oh, woe is me,
and you would know my pain, if you’d ever loved a gypsy
I’m in love with a gypsy.
I never know where she is.
I never know if she wants to be touched, if she wants to be kissed.
She never calls, she never writes, she always shows up in the middle of the night.
Oh the irony, I’ve been captured by a gypsy.