Gypsy Love Songs

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
 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
 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