So I'm back, to the velvet underground Back to the floor, that I love To a room with some lace and paper flowers Back to the gypsy, that I was To the
I wake up weeping from my sleeping den Oh, I wanna fall asleep again But the memory of her burning skin Uummhh, keeps me yearning You know I?m yearning
Mother don't fret I won't fall on my face Mother don't fret I won't be a disgrace Don't wanna hear the critics tell me to stop Obliterate incinerate
God is my witness, I can feel you There before my very eyes, a vision to me Don't put out this fire, it's burning for Burning for me, burning for you
I was only seventeen I fell in love with a gypsy queen She told me, "Hold on" Her father was the leading man Said, "You're not welcome on our land" And
Gipsies came to the castle gate They sang so high, they sang so low They sang so sweet, so very very sweet They stole away the heart of the lady-o She
Young as I remember The scrag end of the war Gypsies through the borders Came a jingling door to door With posies of primroses And all the bonny bloom
[Unverified] Little money, goin' down to Mexico Take up with some crazy Spanish Lady Listen to the old wind blow She got earrings and she dances I'm an
Warning, warning Reason escapes me Before long you'll understand I've fallen victim To this woman's evil plans This is a warning You've got to beware
Here she is boys Here she is world, here's Rose Curtain up, light the lights Play it boys You either got it or you ain't And boys I got it, you like
Anybody that stays home is dead If I die it won't be from sitting It?ll be from fighting to get up and get out Some people can get a thrill Knitting
Now there's many tales in many cites to tell And there's so many ways that the story is told There's a room with no bed in the heart of the ghetto Where
Oi gippo! Well I was born in a wagon of a travelling show Mumma used to dance for the money they'd throw Grandpa did whatever he could He used to
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A gypsy of a strange and distant time Travelling in panic all direction blind Aching for the warmth of a burning sun Freezing in the emptiness of where
Manouche, the sky is wide reflected in your eyes Black as a moonless night, darkness of starless skies. Manouche, I fell into love when I saw your face
This magic Winter Night I see a Light Again I hear that Tune, some Sort of Croon Oh No No No, Oh My Brain I see them Gypsy Waggons left in the Snow Oh
She was straight from Hell But you never could tell Cause you were blinded by her light She could crack your brain With magic pain And turn a paler shade