Gypsy Girl

She moves her hips to the rhythm of the music,
Slow movement,
But the bells flow like crazy.
She closes her eyes and lets it fill her.
People throw money on the cloth in front of her,
They clap their hands and whistle her way,
Wives give them dirty looks for their husband’s pleasure.
Turning away any thoughts of a relationship,
Turning down any sin to float her way.
Babies and children clap their hand to the beat.
Faster and faster the music goes.
Her body moves like flowing ice,
Sparkling like the reflection of the sun.
Her scarf hides her face,
Underneath she’s beautiful.

Wives complain how their husbands are so fond of her,
That she turns men into pigs.
King rolls his eyes in annoyance,
To all the complaints.
He must get rid of her to make his people happy.

She thrown in jail,
Cold bars closed in her face,
Her bells now fallen,
They have stopped jingling.
Tears flow down her cheeks,
And the beautiful face is broken.
To bring entertainment,
Is such a crime.