Sabbirah/Introduction

She was just a gypsy girl with her dark and dreamy eyes she danced for Zena Martell, she was gifted and so wise

Her father was a castle, her grandma was a king she rode the carnival procession; they made her gypsy queen

She could out talk all the locals with her wanton gypsy ways she dated all the playboys, but with her love she stayed

She made such lovely flowers from papers fine and neat she talked the gypsy lingo; her lips were red and sweet

She had a way of walking, always caught your eye her nature was so noble she rode the Ferris wheel you could hear her on the sidewalks, her tongue was never still

She always talked to strangers, she had the common touch with her gypsy ways of talking she had the gypsy luck.