Gypsy

Belle,is the only word I know that suits her well
When she dances oh,the stories she can tell
A free bird try out her wings to fly away
And when I see her move I see the hell to pray

She dances naked in my soul and sleep won't come
And it's no use to pray this prayers to Notre Dame
Tell,who'd be the first to raise his hand and throw a stone
I'd hang him high and laugh to see him die alone
Oh Lucifer,please let me go beyond god's love
And run my fingers through her hair Esmeralda

Gypsy (c) Donatella S.