Gypsy Woman

The winds are blowing every morning

just to do your hair now

cause she cares you all

her day oh wouldn't be right

without her make up

she's never had a make up

she's just like you and me

but she's homeless, she's homeless

as she stands there singing for money.

In my sleep I see her begging

reaching police

although her body is not mine

I ask now I do (now I do)

she's just like you and me

but she's homeless, she's homeless

as she stands there singing for money.