Back to the floor
that I love.
To a room with some lace and paper flowers
Back to the gypsy that I was
to the gypsy that I was.
And it all comes down to you
well
you know that it does.
Well
lightning strikes
maybe once
maybe twice -
Ah
and it lights up the night
and you see your gypsy
You see your gypsy.
To the gypsy that remains faces freedom with a little fear.
I have no fear
I have only love.
And if I was a child and the child was enough
Enough for me to love
enough to love.
She is dancing away from me now
she was just a wish
She was just a wish and a memory is all that is left for you now.
You see your gypsy
oh
you see your gypsy.
Lightning strikes
maybe once
maybe twice
And it all comes down to you.
Lightning strikes
maybe once
maybe twice . . .
