There's a story the gypsies know is [bad word] 
That when your love wears golden earrings
She belongs to you
An old love story thats's known to very few
But if you wear these golden earrings
Love [bad word] to you 
By the burning fire, they will glow with ev'ry coal
You will hear desire whisper low inside your soul
So be my gypsy
Make love your guiding light
And let these pair of golden earrings
Cast their spell tonight