No more gypsy love songs
She'd hijacked a few hearts all right
Don't sing me, don't sing me, don't sing me
The room was going somewhere without me
Don't sing me, don't sing me, don't sing me
But don't know how to read
And she laughed as she read my palm
She danced that famous Gypsy dance
And the silver tongues of the tinker girls
She was third generation Transylvanian
Don't sing me, don't sing me, don't sing me
I was the seventh son of a seventh son
No more gypsy love songs
I went into a tailspin
I swallowed down my Mickey Finn
Don't sing me, don't sing me, don't sing me
Says she, young man, you're getting warm
With a hole in her tambourine
Just a horseshoe and a note on the bed
Who throw their book of life at you
When I awoke, she'd cut and run
No more gypsy love songs
Please don't beguine the begun
Stillborn love, passionate dreams, pitiful greed
She stole my blueprints and my change
No more gypsy love songs
No more gypsy love songs
Don't sing me, don't sing me, don't sing me
Don't stir it up again
No more gypsy love songs
I put my arm around her waist
I was young enough and dumb enough
I begged the band don't play that tune
Don't sing me, don't sing me, don't sing me
Don't stir it up again
And all it said was--strange
