So I´m back to the velvet underground,back to the floor that I love,to a room with some lace and paper flowers,
Back to the gypsy that I was,to the gypsy that I was,doo, doo, doo, doo.
And it all comes down to you.
Well, you know that i does.
Well, lightning strikes,maybe once, maybe twice.
Ah, and it lights up the night.
And you see your gypsy,you see your gypsy.
To the gypsy that remains,who faces dreedom with a little fear,I have no fear, I have only love.
And if I was a child, and the child was enough,enough for me to love, enough to love.
She is dncing away from me now.
She was just a wish,she was just a wish,
And a memory is all that is left for you now.
You see your gypsy, oh,you see your gypsy, ooh, ah.you see your gypsy, you see your gypsy.
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