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