It was an early summer
It was a warm September
Oh boy, just stop!, the gypsy woman said
Already know your pain
Don't waste your time with words
No use in trying to explain
Let's spread the cards and wait
You know I'm not religious
Yet I'm a kind of believer
That really doesn't care, the fortune teller said
You're facing times of change
Big money, crowds and fame
World travel far away
Some trip you'll meet your fate
These cards don't say you're doomed
In fact you're being blessed
Whatever makes you blue
Is summoned by yourself
Some people call it love
And I ain't crazy
Some people call it hope
You gypsy lady
You creepy old woman
I'm not paying your wages
For you to tell me I'm wrong
But to put a spell on her
So just put a spell on her!
It's still a torrid April
It's like an endless summer
Are you saying I don't miss her?
Are you saying I'm a liar?
(Are you saying I'm a liar?)
Some people call it love
(Are you saying I'm a sinner?)
Some people call it love
Some people call it love
And I ain't crazy
Some people call it hope
You gypsy lady
You creepy old woman
I'm not paying your wages
For you to tell me I'm wrong
But to put a spell on her
So just put a spell on her!
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It was an early summer
It was a warm September
Oh boy, just stop!, the gypsy woman said
Already know your pain
Don't waste your time with words
No use in trying to explain
Let's spread the cards and wait
You know I'm not religious
Yet I'm a kind of believer
That really doesn't care, the fortune teller said
You're facing times of change
Big money, crowds and fame
World travel far away
Some trip you'll meet your fate
These cards don't say you're doomed
In fact you're being blessed
Whatever makes you blue
Is summoned by yourself
Some people call it love
And I ain't crazy
Some people call it hope
You gypsy lady
You creepy old woman
I'm not paying your wages
For you to tell me I'm wrong
But to put a spell on her
So just put a spell on her!
It's still a torrid April
It's like an endless summer
Are you saying I don't miss her?
Are you saying I'm a liar?
(Are you saying I'm a liar?)
Some people call it love
(Are you saying I'm a sinner?)
Some people call it love
Some people call it love
And I ain't crazy
Some people call it hope
You gypsy lady
You creepy old woman
I'm not paying your wages
For you to tell me I'm wrong
But to put a spell on her
So just put a spell on her!
It was a warm September
Oh boy, just stop!, the gypsy woman said
Already know your pain
Don't waste your time with words
No use in trying to explain
Let's spread the cards and wait
You know I'm not religious
Yet I'm a kind of believer
That really doesn't care, the fortune teller said
You're facing times of change
Big money, crowds and fame
World travel far away
Some trip you'll meet your fate
These cards don't say you're doomed
In fact you're being blessed
Whatever makes you blue
Is summoned by yourself
Some people call it love
And I ain't crazy
Some people call it hope
You gypsy lady
You creepy old woman
I'm not paying your wages
For you to tell me I'm wrong
But to put a spell on her
So just put a spell on her!
It's still a torrid April
It's like an endless summer
Are you saying I don't miss her?
Are you saying I'm a liar?
(Are you saying I'm a liar?)
Some people call it love
(Are you saying I'm a sinner?)
Some people call it love
Some people call it love
And I ain't crazy
Some people call it hope
You gypsy lady
You creepy old woman
I'm not paying your wages
For you to tell me I'm wrong
But to put a spell on her
So just put a spell on her!
Writer: Juan Francisco Estevarena
Copyright: Lyrics © Juan Francisco Estevarena
Copyright: Lyrics © Juan Francisco Estevarena