Gypsy

Author Wanda Niesterowicz
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Author Wanda Niesterowicz,
12.16.2011
All Copyrights reserved c 2011

So they call me a gypsy,
Won’t listen to what they say about me,
Been a few places,
Seen a few things and yeah,
Live my life they way I like,
Don’t tell me if it’s right or wrong,

Have no house, or man or family,
You could say
I’m quite free,
Just need my artists pens,,
To make my living, and
You can take that quite literally.

They tried to bind my hands and promise me a ring,
Don’t care too much for the nine to five,
Don’t want to know the domestic life,

Gotta live my life, got to feel alive,
Just cause I’m a Gypsy it doesn’t mean,
I’ll take what I can get,
Don’t understand the material life,
Yet,
I’ll let you shelter me from the wolves,
That’s a sure fire bet,

Not much to pack,
Always ready to travel,
Got nothing to tie me down,
Although recently I seem to be tripping,
Over an invisible wire,
That’s been cast out by you,

You’re a master of my heart strings,
Instead of a fearless gypsy,
I’m like a little kitten tangled with a ball of yarn,
You’ve wrapped yourself around me,
Its’ your love that’s got this gypsy spell bound.

You may lose your shirt,
But it’s just to keep me warm,
I’ll also take your tissues to keep my tears at bay,
Because it would be you,

Who would throw my love away,

Are you brave enough to take my hand?

Then you’ll really see the gypsy side,
Who will entertain and dance for you,
Careful though, she’s always in command,

I’ll tell you, if you listen,
With your heart,
I said be careful, but don’t slow down,
This gypsy gets restless easily,
As every day is passing by,
It’s like a second from dusk to dawn,

So that being said,
They say home is where the heart is,
That’s’ something I haven’t found,
Just could never settle down,

I may not have any coins in my pocket,
Or some shiny wheels to take me places,
But I’ll carry pictures of us in a locket,
As it will be my greatest treasure,
To look at us together,

I’m just a gypsy woman,
If you want a material mind,

You better look the other way,
The only gold I carry is the kind,
Hidden deep inside my heart,

If you’re interested, if you care,

Read Between The Lines
Show me a sign,
If not my doors will close,
And I won’t be willing to share.

This gypsy always has to keep moving on,
Searching for the one who will make her stop,
Breathe, and love once more,

Other wise I’ll pull a magicians trick
There’s a colored cloud of smoke,
And before you know it,
I’ll disappear into thin air,

So I ask you, I won’t walk out that door,

So listen, please listen to your heart,

It will tell you what to do.
Show me,

What you’re really like,
And this gypsy, just might,
Come home to you.