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 

'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 

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 

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 know [bad word] along for the ride (Oh yeah) [bad word] along for the ride (ooohhh)