Gypsy Girl Wet Wet Wet

Ten years before my time
I Sang A Song to A friend of mine
About A girl working for a dime

I Didn't know the gypsy girl
But I knew about her kind of thrill
Her love was cheap
And always up for sale

Ooh Picture this I was alone
But when I fell in love
I was alone
Ooh with my gypsy girl

Now gypsy lady
Lost her soul
And she's so scared of growing old
Her word's for me don't age they turn to gold
Gypsy girl with raven hair
Holds my hope into the air
She's the one that never seemed to care

Ooh Picture this
I'am not alone
When I sing this song
I'm not alone with my gypsy girl
With my gypsy girl