She tells me Im the poster-boy for American sadness
And the madness is in the mirror thats a-hangin on your wall
Cause if it all ends tomorrow, then the sorrow that you sing about
Will mean a whole lot of nothing when theres no one left at all
She likes to talk religion with nearly every one she meets,
She discrete as a lover, but she wears outrageous clothes
And she complains about the weather when theres nothing left to complain about
She says her name is Heather, but I do believe its Rose
Gypsy Rose, where you going to?
you should know, that i could follow you
all my life, aint what it seems to be
Gypsy Rose, Part of you is part of me
She can speak in tounges of ancient times, piece of riddle; parts of rhyme
and she seems to be a stranger nearly everywhere she goes
so theres no excuse for innocence, she knows too much about it all
she says: coincidence is just a land mine thats looking for your toes..
She lives inside her head; that is a certain state of mind
Behind the curtain, caught between two walls of faith and destiny
And she doesnt cast a shadow in the early hour afternoon
Shes here and there then gone somewhere like the ghost you didnt see
Gypsy Rose
Where you going to?
You should know, that i will follow you
Down every road, and everywhere I see
Gypsy rose, part of you is part of me
She understands her position and the faces of a friend
Shes terrified of thunder man, she dont like locks or chains
So she keeps a key around her neck, she says its for protection
For she can open any door she has to when it rains
She stands on every corner in nearly any given town
She drinks life like soda pop and spits into the wind
Shes got hair like semolina, seems like its always burning up
I asked her: could you ever love me? she said: Um, Well, that depends
Gypsy Rose
Where you going to?
Where you go, im gonna follow you
What I know, it everywhere I see
Gypsy rose, part of you is part of me
She says to me Im lucky just to be just like I am
But Ill be d***ed if I dont feel like my souls about to bleed
She says: that dont matter none, cause were all lost in the hurricane
besides, desire aint nothing more than chasing what you need.
And the madness is in the mirror thats a-hangin on your wall
Cause if it all ends tomorrow, then the sorrow that you sing about
Will mean a whole lot of nothing when theres no one left at all
She likes to talk religion with nearly every one she meets,
She discrete as a lover, but she wears outrageous clothes
And she complains about the weather when theres nothing left to complain about
She says her name is Heather, but I do believe its Rose
Gypsy Rose, where you going to?
you should know, that i could follow you
all my life, aint what it seems to be
Gypsy Rose, Part of you is part of me
She can speak in tounges of ancient times, piece of riddle; parts of rhyme
and she seems to be a stranger nearly everywhere she goes
so theres no excuse for innocence, she knows too much about it all
she says: coincidence is just a land mine thats looking for your toes..
She lives inside her head; that is a certain state of mind
Behind the curtain, caught between two walls of faith and destiny
And she doesnt cast a shadow in the early hour afternoon
Shes here and there then gone somewhere like the ghost you didnt see
Gypsy Rose
Where you going to?
You should know, that i will follow you
Down every road, and everywhere I see
Gypsy rose, part of you is part of me
She understands her position and the faces of a friend
Shes terrified of thunder man, she dont like locks or chains
So she keeps a key around her neck, she says its for protection
For she can open any door she has to when it rains
She stands on every corner in nearly any given town
She drinks life like soda pop and spits into the wind
Shes got hair like semolina, seems like its always burning up
I asked her: could you ever love me? she said: Um, Well, that depends
Gypsy Rose
Where you going to?
Where you go, im gonna follow you
What I know, it everywhere I see
Gypsy rose, part of you is part of me
She says to me Im lucky just to be just like I am
But Ill be d***ed if I dont feel like my souls about to bleed
She says: that dont matter none, cause were all lost in the hurricane
besides, desire aint nothing more than chasing what you need.