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Chris Page - 05 Jun 2026
Wet Wet Wet Gypsy Girl
Ten years before my time, I sang a song to a friend of mine, About a girl working for a dime. I didn't know that gypsy girl But I knew about her kind of thrill, Her love was cheap And always up for sale. Ooh, picture this, I was alone, But when I fell in love I was alone With my gipsy girl. Now gypsy lady lost her soul And she's so scared of growing old But words don't age for me to turn to gold. Gypsy girl with raven hair Holds my hope into the air She's the one that never seems to care Ooh, picture this, I'm not alone But when I sing your song I'm not alone With my gypsy girl. La la la... La la la... La la la... La la la... La la la... La la la... Ooh, picture this, I'm not alone But when I sing your song I'm not alone With my gypsy girl.
