Richard Thompson - Gypsy Love Songs Lyrics
Tropical night, Malaria moonDying stars of the silver screenShe danced that famous Gypsy danceWith a hole in her tambourineI was young enough and dumb enoughI swallowed down my Mickey FinnShe'd hijacked a few hearts all rightI went into a tailspinDon't sing me, don't sing me, don't sing meNo more gypsy love songsDon't sing me, don't sing me, don't sing meNo more gypsy love songsDon't stir it up againI put my arm around her waistSays she, young man, you're getting warmThe room was going somewhere without meAnd she laughed as she read my palmChorusStillborn love, passionate dreams, pitiful greedAnd the silver tongues of the tinker girls,Who throw their book of life at youBut don't know how to readShe was third generation TransylvanianI was the seventh son of a seventh sonI begged the band don't play that tunePlease don't beguine the begunWhen I awoke, she'd cut and runShe stole my blueprints and my changeJust a horseshoe and a note on the bedAnd all it said was--strangeChorus
