Gypsy Girl
She grew up in San Diego
Her body was painted by the summer sun
She rented surfboards to make her dollars
So she could drift to towns along the ocean
Well, I met her one night when The Black Crowes played beach
She wanted to dance so she came to me
The yellow moon, the drums, and the white rain in her hair
I fell in love with her so deep
Gypsy girl, why do you run?
Your pretty feet must be so tired
Why don't you stay a while in my arms?
Gypsy girl, why are you scared of love?
You say love, it hurt you
Yes, it did
But it's love that could save you
If you could let it back in
She lives out of her red Volkswagen
Curtains on the windows where she sleeps at night
She says, boy, you and me, we could be ramblers
If you could learn to hold me but not too tight
Let me drive away from time to time
Gypsy girl, why do you run?
Your pretty feet must be so tired
Why don't you stay a while in my arms?
Gypsy girl, why are you scared of love?
You say, love, it hurt you
Yes, it did
But it's love that could save you
If you could let it back in
Gypsy girl, why do you run?
Your pretty feet must be so tired
Why don't you stay a while in my arms?
Gypsy girl, why are you scared of love?
You say, love, it hurt you
Yes, it did
But it's love that could save you
If you could let it back in
Her body was painted by the summer sun
She rented surfboards to make her dollars
So she could drift to towns along the ocean
Well, I met her one night when The Black Crowes played beach
She wanted to dance so she came to me
The yellow moon, the drums, and the white rain in her hair
I fell in love with her so deep
Gypsy girl, why do you run?
Your pretty feet must be so tired
Why don't you stay a while in my arms?
Gypsy girl, why are you scared of love?
You say love, it hurt you
Yes, it did
But it's love that could save you
If you could let it back in
She lives out of her red Volkswagen
Curtains on the windows where she sleeps at night
She says, boy, you and me, we could be ramblers
If you could learn to hold me but not too tight
Let me drive away from time to time
Gypsy girl, why do you run?
Your pretty feet must be so tired
Why don't you stay a while in my arms?
Gypsy girl, why are you scared of love?
You say, love, it hurt you
Yes, it did
But it's love that could save you
If you could let it back in
Gypsy girl, why do you run?
Your pretty feet must be so tired
Why don't you stay a while in my arms?
Gypsy girl, why are you scared of love?
You say, love, it hurt you
Yes, it did
But it's love that could save you
If you could let it back in
Credits
Writer(s): Dean Brody
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