Lyrics:
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings,
She belongs to you.
An old love story that's known to very
time, yeah
[Chorus]
She's got a little town talk
A pigeon toed walk
I'm hooked by the heart so its not my fault
She loves me strong, pours it on,
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Shazam BAM, shocka locka lokey
Shaggy the clown back like scoliosis
Call me a psycho-skitso freak
And I'll call you by your name
Feel tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron
break off
Run so fast they can't even touch me
Been that gypsy
Touch me, I'll show you gypsy my zig zag quickly
Pick up that pack on my journey
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings,
She belongs to you.
An old love story that's known to very
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings,
She belongs to you.
An old love story that's known to very
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings,
He belongs to you.
An old love story that's known to very
shaka-laka lokey, shaggy the clown back like scoliosis,
Call me a psycho-skitzo-freak, and I'll call you by your name! (dick
Anus)
Cuz I could give two
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings,
She belongs to you.
An old love story that's known to very
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings
She (He) belongs to you
An old love story that's known to very
It might have been the beach at Bali-Bali
Or was it by the blue Miami shore?
I don't recall your name
But won't you tell me, just the same
Where
Gypsy woman told my mama 'while 'fore I was born
She said you got a boy child comin' he'll be a bad one, now
Have all you little women taken by
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings,
She belongs to you.
An old love story that's known to very
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings,
She belongs to you.
An old love story that's known to very
I was talking to the gypsy about our next of kin
When along came a sound like a mighty wind
The walls did tremble and the earth did shake
It was
I don't know if you can hear me
Or if you're even there
I don't know if you would listen
To a gypsy's prayer
Yes I know I'm just an outcast
I
I don't know if You can hear me
Or if You're even there
I don't know if You would listen
To a gypsy's prayer
Yes, I know I'm just an outcast
I
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings,
She belongs to you.
An old love story that's known to very
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings,
She belongs to you.
An old love story that's known to very
Don't know where we're goin'
But we don't care ain't got any money
We're just livin' blowin' smoke in the air
She's my gypsy, she's so pretty
Don't know
and with tractors, aye and some I dug by hand.
I dug their dirty byres in the faded light of dawn,
And I dreamed of the days I'd take to the ways
Its a cold night said the city bum
With a blanket on his shoulder
Sitting by the delaware
And the damp air gets colder
Morning is not even close
known
Hometown Gypsy, won't you come on home
I've been patient for years, as she fought off each tear
When her love life crumbled away
And I've stood by
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