She was a gypsy girl I met in Spain
We drank a red sangria, we drank champagne
I couldn't understand her or what she said
I do recall her dress was very red
She's a gypsy girl with the long black hair
Living on the street with no time to spare
[?] to announce
Could she ever be the Spanish Rose?
She's talking in tongues and with her eyes
It's as if time just stopped when she passed by
It was unlike anything I've seen before
There was a someone knockin' at the door
She's a gypsy girl with the long black hair
Living on the street with no time to spare
[?] to announce
Could she ever be the Spanish Rose?
Spanish Rose
Spanish Rose
