[Verse 1]
Broke my heart
Down the road
Spend the weekend
Sewing the pieces back on

Crayons and dolls pass me by
Walking gets too boring
When you learn how to fly

Not the [bad word] kind
Take the top off
And who knows what you might find

Won’t confess all my sins
You can bet I’ll try it
But I can’t always win
 [bad word] 

‘Cause I’m a gypsy
But are [bad word] with me?
I might steal your clothes
And wear them if they fit me
I never made agreements
Just like a gypsy
And I won’t back down
‘Cause life’s already hurt me
And I won’t cry
I’m too young to die
If you’re gonna quit me
‘Cause I’m a gypsy

(‘Cause I’m a gypsy)

[Verse 2]
I can’t hide
What I’ve done
Scars remind me
Of just how far that [bad word] To whom it may concern [bad word] with scissors
When you want to get hurt
 [bad word] 

I said hey you
You’re no fool
If you say ‘NO’
Ain’t it just the way life goes?
People fear what they don’t [bad word] along for the ride (Oh [bad word] along for the ride (ooohhh)