Gypsy

Last night he was drunk, couldn’t think of the junk
He ran past the hall, didn’t bother at all
He picked up the phone: Why aren’t you home?
Everything’s red, beautiful red
Everything’s red, beautiful red

A gypsy
Wearing red
Will make any man go mad
A gypsy
Wearing red
Will catch that smirk on your face

After that night, bet the angels will fight
Nothing comes back, I'm telling you, Jack
And if you’re alive, good luck to survive
Everything’s red, beautiful red
Everything’s red, beautiful red

A gypsy
Wearing red
Will make any man go mad
A gypsy
Wearing red
Will catch that smirk on your face

A gypsy
A gypsy
Desire, on fire
A gypsy
Wearing red
Will make you go down on your knees

A gypsy
Wearing red
Will make you go down on your knees

A gypsy
Wearing red
Will make any man go mad
A gypsy
Wearing red
Will catch that smirk on your face

A gypsy
A gypsy
Is all you’ll wish not to meet
A gypsy
Wearing red
Will make you go down on your knees