Leaving home, overdue.
Heading out into the sea, suddenly.
All the birds follow you - you can see
exactly where you're meant to be.
Gipsy queen, don't look at me.
Bridges burn in a line,
waiting for your waited turn a dozen times.
Can't pretend you're here to learn.
You'll be fine, making your way our divine.
Gipsy queen, no, what you mean.
Over stilts on the ground,
flipping up gentlemen's kilts - often found
between the bar and under quilts falling down,
but never falling where you're found.
Gipsy queen, you never bleed.
Dance with me.
Tell me a story gipsy queen.
Dance with me.
Tell me a story gipsy queen.
Rubbing off, never lost.
The city knows when you get off at a stop.
Hitching rides to trailer parks, never lost.
Sleeping on a bed of rocks.
Never knocks - the girl's a fox.
Not a mark but inside
gipsy finds a place to hide through the park.
Not afraid when it gets dark, then she waits
memorizing license plates.
Never late there to make you wait.
Dance with me.
Tell me a story gipsy queen.
Dance with me.
Tell me a story gipsy queen.
(Dance with me...)
(Tell me a story gipsy queen...)
Dance with me.
Tell me a story gipsy queen.
Leaving home, overdue.
Heading out into the sea, suddenly.
All the birds follow you - you can see
exactly where you're meant to be.
Gipsy queen, don't look at me.