You got the gypsy in your blood and
You know your gonna rule this neighborhood
baby I can never get enough of your precious love

when I look in to her eyes then I finally realize
That this woman's gonna be the trouble-in kind
Suddenly she comes in

The room possessing me with an old perfume
Oh I can't get her of my mind - sometimes I wonder how it
Could have been if you ever come around again

If we gave it a chance I would not give in
This battle is the kind that no one wins
Now we're talking love honey

If you walking in my track you better surly watch your back
Course this women's got a certain kind of need
Oh between - the pleasure and pain before you finally go insane

You better leave her alone before you gonna get burned
Before the - break of down you gonna stand on your own
and tears will fall like rain