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 that 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   With my gipsy girl.      Now gypsy lady lost her soul   And she's so scared of growing old   But words don't age for me to turn to gold.      Gypsy girl with raven hair   Holds my hope into the air   She's the one that never seems to care      Ooh, picture this,   I'm not alone   But when I sing your song I'm not alone   With my gypsy girl.      La la la...   La la la...   La la la...      La la la...   La la la...   La la la...      Ooh, picture this,   I'm not alone   But when I sing your song I'm not alone   With my gypsy girl.