Gypsy woman, come inside now   And take a load off your feet   You've been pounding the pavement   Ain't told a fortune in weeks      She spends here money on tequila   She says, it keeps her warm   They call her many things but her name's Cecilia   Now don't you know, now don't you know      Hey hey hey hey, Cecilia   Don't you know the streets will kill ya?   Don't you know your mama misses ya?   Don't you know? Don't you know?      Gypsy woman, say she don't need ya   And asks for a ride to the liquor store   She kills the bottle, gives praise to Jesus   Then passes out on your living room floor      She tells the story of a shotgun wedding   And a birth of a stillborn child   She was only 13 and her little body wasn't ready   Babies watching babies die      Hey hey hey hey, Cecilia   Don't you know the streets will kill ya?   Don't you know your mama misses ya?   Don't you know? Don't you know?      Hey hey hey hey, Cecilia   I have seen the beauty in ya   Don't you know you're one in a million?   Don't you know? Don't you know?      Hey hey hey hey, Cecilia   Don't you know the streets will kill ya?   Don't you know your mama misses ya?   Don't you know? Don't you know?      Hey hey hey hey, Cecilia   I have seen the beauty in ya   Don't you know you're one in a million?   Don't you know? Don't you know?