t you know I've come a long long way I been longin' to see her when she's around she takes my blues away Sweet Maria The sunlight surely hurts my eyes
Threw my bad fortune of the top of A tall building, I'd rather have done it with you Your boy's smile, five in the mornin' Looked into your eyes and I
Janey was makin' love in the dirt Singin' our birthday songs Janey said it was time to go So we closed our eyes and said goodbye to Gypsy Angel Row
t look too close into the palm of my hand We stood at the alter the gypsy swore our future was right But come the wee wee hours Well maybe baby the gypsy
that? It's only woolen Rayon Lipstick crayon fly, Vere on ice spray on I'm gettin' tipsy, I hope she read cocks like a gypsy And transport bricks steal
you treated some woman to a flake of your life And when she got home she was nobody's wife Well, I see you there with a rose in your teeth One more thin gypsy
next [chorus] [Lil' Zane] Fast money done slowed up Niggas cars got blowed up Whole cities got tore up And what you mean "Nigga hold up" Shoulda seen this niggas eyes
Oh, oh, helpless and slow, And you don't have anywhere to go You take away homes from the homeless And leave them to die in the cold The gypsy
like summer sun But when I looked into his eyes my heart told me to run For there are so a wanderer a veever of dreams A restless carefree bagabum a roving gypsy
by a gypsy I'll one day walk into shots drunk off champange from Sicily This be the drama, I'ma pause like a comma In a sentence, paragraph's indented Bloodshot red eyes
remember the first time we met Living together in colossal times Some things are given with no reason why Living together in colossal times I'm just a gypsy with wondering eyes
A gypsy woman told my fortune, said I'll be rich someday She said I'll be king and ruler, in a land of misery and pain I'm tired of the rain that keeps
ask me What have you found I'm a jumpin' humpin' hip hypocrit I was dead before a gypsy She held my head and Fought with my boots till my eyes turned
ask me the question Starin' out the window with the memory runnin' down your face Is there more to this maybe? Than dancin' for pennies in the street like a gypsy
, who?s that stompin? all over my face? Where?s that silhouette I?m tryin' to trace? Who?s puttin' sponge in the bells I once rung? And takin' my gypsy
Stories told Two old friends, yeah Of battle scars and lonely bars And nights the rain wouldn't end Here's to withered eyes wearing gypsy smiles And
the young gypsy Had come from a farm in the west Where the children had played through the heat of the day Affording the gypsy no rest And the gypsy
And you treated some woman to a flake of your life When she got home, she was nobody's wife Yes, I see you there with a rose in your teeth One more thin gypsy