Gypsy Girl

I will endeavour to be clever for you
Gypsy girl, your style is cool
As I eat my breakfast by the open window air
And the afternoon blows into my room
How I'd croon for you if you were mine
And how I swoon every time you pass me by
So I will endeavour to be clever for you
Gypsy girl, your style is cool
I've been looking for a second pea for my pod
Gypsy girl, I want you
To have and hold in sickness and in health when I die
Come sit on my roof
I'd show you my copy of Hail To The Thief
And you'd sing me odes about finding friends and losing teeth
So I'm looking for a mixer for my spirit drink
Gypsy girl, I want you
So I'll strive and seek and find and never yield till I talk to you
About things you do to pass the time
Like swotting up on old screenplays or shaking your thing to disco
As if it was '95
I'd like to think that you're the hippest kid in town
And though it's raining, weather never gets you down
So I'll strive and seek and find a field of conversation for you
Gypsy girl, your style is cool