Lyrics Gypsy Girl -

Gypsy Girl

I will endeavour to be clever for you.
Gypsy girl;
your style is cool.
And as I eat my breakfast by the open window air;
And the afternoon blows into my room.
How I’d croon for you if you were mine.
And how I swoon every time you pass me by.
So I will endeavour to be clever for you.
Gypsy girl;
your style is cool.
I’ve been looking for a second pea for my pod
Gypsy girl, I want you.
To have and hold in sickness and in hell when I die.
Come sit on my roof.
I’d show you my copy of Hail to the Thief.
And you’d sing me odes about finding friends and losing teeth.
So I’m looking for a mixer for my spirit drink.
Gypsy girl, I want you.
So I’ll strive and seek and find.
And never yield 'til I talk to you
About things you do to pass the time.
Like swatting up on old screen plays
Or shaking your thing to disco as if it was '95.
I’d like to think that you’re the hippest kid in town.
And 'though it’s raining,
weather never gets you down, gets you down.
So I’ll strive and seek
And find a field of conversation for you.
Gypsy girl, your style is cool.