The Gypsy Queen
This week we turn sixteen
We should run away, just you and me
I’m gonna be a gypsy queen
You’re dreaming again, my dear josephine
You know this thing can never be
This week we turn sixteen
You have to help me I’m burning like gasoline
I want to be free, to dance, to swim in the sea
I’m gonna be a gypsy queen
My beloved sister this is obscene
We’re both adults now don’t you see
This week we turn sixteen
It’s in your eyes: you know I’ve seen
You might not have the guts to flee
I’m going to be a gypsy queen
Stay if you want and wonder what could have been
Nothing you can say that will stop me
This week we turn sixteen
I’m going to be a gypsy queen
Copyright © Benjamin Wormwood | Year Posted 2016
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