Uriah Heep, Gypsy
I was only seventeen
I fell in love with a gypsy queen
She told me: hold on
Her father was the leading man
Said: you're not welcome on our land
And then as a foe, he told me to go
He took me to a little shack
And put a whip across my back
Then told her: leave me
I was out for quite a time
Came back with her on my mind
Sweet little girl
She means all the world
Oh, I want my gypsy queen
Will she still be torn between
Her father and lover
One day I will go to him
Strong enough to fight and win
The kind of a man
That hell understand
« Last Edit: 02 Nov, 2008, 22:57:39 by Ion »
Τι μπορείς να περιμένεις από μια μέρα που ξεκινάει με το πρωί της Δευτέρας;
