I am the Gypsy
your mother warned you about
a free-spirited woman
traipsing all over town

Townsfolk branded me
a malevolent witch
casting an ancient spell
with my exotic look

I am out
to snare
a poor man’s heart
and break it into pieces

I am but an old folk’s tale
nothing special
to worry about

All I ever have
is my accursed beauty
envied by homely ladies
spiteful with their jealousy

A fire burning inside me
passionate about
what my heart sets on
hungry for adventure

Yes, be warned…

only with my Gypsy soul.

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