I’m a gypsy in paris-
I’m a s*** from spain.
I have tarot cards,
And I can read your palm-
I do tricks and dance, too.
The mask I wear too preform,
Is super glued to my face-
Thank you, goodnight

I’m really not this flamboyent,
It’s an act to get attention-
When In the spotlight,
I feel free,
There is no pain-
thank you, goodnight

My face paint from the festival,
Is now superimposed on my face.
My role,
Is appereantly,
My life-
Thank you goodnight

Thank you, goodnight-
No one really knows me,
I’m always lieing to someone-
No one knows the whole picture,
Save God.
Cuz he’s a voyer-
When my secrets out,
Time to take a bow-
Oh, it’s sad when a friendship dies,
Even though I killed it,
Not on purpose-
But my script has changed.
In my latest role,
To catch his eyes-
Thank you, goodnight-

Wish I could ditch this mask,
Wish I could get rid of my sterotype-
Wish my wishes came true-

Thank you, goodnight