Testo Gipsy Tiger

Her voice was a begging tone,
Asking for spare change,
Blonde hair with ragged clothes,
She calls her a laugh and i call it the same,
She's shaking like cray but maybe,
It's a shiver,
If i felt her pain would i use the same needle to take it away,
She looks a state but who cares now she's just a street rat who's going it solo,
How many times have you walked round,
A homeless person who's living off shrapnel,
Well gypsy tiger you are not,
Alone.

She must be a ticking bomb, ready to explode,
A future that she could know,
Is a step towards promise of what she could show,
Now maybe she's lazy,
So really,
Why should we help her,
Because we're the same there's no doubt in my brain,
That your pocket hold more than just one bit of change,
She looks a state but who cares now?
She's just a street rat who's going it, going it.
How many times have you walked round a homeless person who's living it, living it.
Well Gypsy Tiger,
Oh Gypsy Tiger come out,
'Cause Gypsy Tiger you are not.
Alone.

Ooooh, Ooooh.

Well Gypsy Tiger,
Well Gypsy Tiger come out,
'Cause Gypsy Tiger you are not.
Alone