Testo di Gypsy

Last night he was drunk, couldn’t think of the junk He ran past the hall, didn’t bother at all He picked up the phone: Why aren’t you home? Everything’s red, beautiful red Everything’s red, beautiful red A gypsy Wearing red Will make any man go mad A gypsy Wearing red Will catch that smirk on your face After that night, bet the angels will fight Nothing comes back, I'm telling you, Jack And if you’re alive, good luck to survive Everything’s red, beautiful red Everything’s red, beautiful red A gypsy Wearing red Will make any man go mad A gypsy Wearing red Will catch that smirk on your face A gypsy A gypsy Desire, on fire A gypsy Wearing red Will make you go down on your knees A gypsy Wearing red Will make you go down on your knees A gypsy Wearing red Will make any man go mad A gypsy Wearing red Will catch that smirk on your face A gypsy A gypsy Is all you’ll wish not to meet A gypsy Wearing red Will make you go down on your knees