she was just a gypsy girl
with her dark and dreamy eyes
she danced for zena martell
she was gifted and so wise
her father was a castle
her grandma was a king
she rode the carnival procession
they made her gypsy queen
she could out talk all the locals
with her wanton gypsy ways
she dated all the playboys
but with her love she stayed
she made such lovely flowers
from papers fine and neat
she talked the gypsy lingo
her lips were red and sweet
she had a way of walking
always caught your eye
her nature was so noble
she rode the ferris wheel
you could hear her on the sidewalks
her tongue was never still
she always talked to strangers
she had the common touch
with her gypsy ways of talking
she had the gypsy luck