Like A Gypsy

(Erika Poling)

*wishing Kurt Cobain were here*

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[Verse 1]

Daydreams in the front seat, I can still feel the road
Destination in mind, but it’s not really where I wanna go 
A body in a busy city right next to a heart dressed in the same clothes
Eyes side-by-side, and they’re looking all alone 

[Pre-chorus]

Wallets are full, and feelings are emptied
Pocketing nothing, but wanting 
Something you can’t buy...

[Chorus]

To be free, to think away, from the large town lights,
All around, the faces are unknown
Nowhere is there a home
Nowhere is there a home 
There’s not enough pennies 
To roam like a gypsy 

I want you, I want you to see
Baby you, I want you to be 
Away with me, away from the crowd
We’re guilty, you and me 
We’re guilty, you and me 
There’s not enough pennies 
To roam like a gypsy 

I want you, I want you to see
Baby you, I want you to be 
Away with me, away from the crowd
We’re guilty, you and me 
We’re guilty, you and me 
There’s not enough pennies 
To roam like a gypsy... 

[Verse 2]

Moaning in the backseat, as I bite your tongue 
Hands laced in mine, and our blood is star struck 
Pretty like a rhinestone, but what’s real is rough 
Glistening diamonds, we dug ‘til we found love 
Something you can’t buy 

[Chorus]

To be free, to think away, from the large town lights,
All around, the faces are unknown
Nowhere is there a home
Nowhere is there a home 
There’s not enough pennies 
To roam like a gypsy 

Something you can’t buy

I want you, I want you to see
Baby you, I want you to be 
Away with me, away from the crowd
We’re guilty, you and me 
We’re guilty, you and me 
There’s not enough pennies 
To roam like a gypsy 

Something you can’t buy 

I want you, I want you to see
Baby you, I want you to be 
Away with me, away from the crowd
We’re guilty, you and me 
We’re guilty, you and me 
There’s not enough pennies 
To roam like a gypsy 

Roam like a gypsy
Roam like a gypsy 
To roam like a gypsy
© Erika Poling 2020