Wet Wet Wet

^G Ten years before my time
I ^C sang a song to a friend of mine
D G (D* C G)
'bout a girl working for a dime
^G I didn't know that gypsy girl
but I ^C knew about her kind of thrill
Her ^D love was cheap and always up for ^G sale
^C ooh picture ^D this, I was ^Em alone
but ^D when I fell in love
I was ^C alone... ooh with my gypsy ^G girl
(little run: G C G D* C G
The D* is a plain C chord up two frets to make a D. Play it fast
enough and it sounds okay. )
Now a ^G gypsy lady lost her soul
and ^C she's so scared of growin' old
but ^D words don't age for me
they turn to ^G gold
^G Gypsy girl with raven hair
^C holds my open(?) to the air
^D she's the one that never seems to c ^G are....
^C ooh picture ^D this, I not ^Em alone
but ^D when I sing a song
I'm not ^C alone... with my gypsy ^G girl
with my gypsy girl
la la la la la la, la la la la la la.....
^C ooh picture ^D this, I'm not ^Em alone
but ^D when I sing your song
I'm not ^C alone... with my gypsy ^G girl
My gypsy girl