Gypsy Love Songs Lyrics - Richard Thompson

Tropical night, Malaria moon 

Dying stars of the silver screen 

She danced that famous Gypsy dance 

With a hole in her tambourine 

I was young enough and dumb enough 

I swallowed down my Mickey Finn 

She'd hijacked a few hearts all right 

I went into a tailspin 

Don't sing me, don't sing me, don't sing me 

No more gypsy love songs 

Don't sing me, don't sing me, don't sing me 

No more gypsy love songs 

Don't stir it up again 

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I put my arm around her waist 

Says she, young man, you're getting warm 

The room was going somewhere without me 

And she laughed as she read my palm 

Don't sing me, don't sing me, don't sing me 

No more gypsy love songs 

Don't sing me, don't sing me, don't sing me 

No more gypsy love songs 

Don't stir it up again 

Stillborn love, passionate dreams, pitiful greed 

And the silver tongues of the tinker girls 

Who throw their book of life at you 

But don't know how to read 

She was third generation Transylvanian 

I was the seventh son of a seventh son 

I begged the band don't play that tune 

Please don't beguine the begun 

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When I awoke, she'd cut and run 

She stole my blueprints and my change 

Just a horseshoe and a note on the bed 

And all it said was--strange 

Don't sing me, don't sing me, don't sing me 

No more gypsy love songs 

Don't sing me, don't sing me, don't sing me 

No more gypsy love songs 

Don't stir it up again