| F | |
| So Im back, to the velvet underground |
| Bb | C | Bb | C | |
| Back to the | floor, | that I | love |
| F | |
| To a room with some lace and paper flowers |
| Bb | C | Bb | C | |
| Back to the | gypsy | that I | was |
| Bb | C | F | |
| To the g | ypsy... | that I | was |
| F | |
| And it all comes down to you |
| F | |
| Well, you know that it does |
| Bb | C | Bb | C | |
| Well, l | ightning s | trikes, maybe | once, may | be twice |
| F | |
| Ah, and it lights up the night |
| F | Bb | C | Bb | C | |
| And you see your | gypsy |
| Bb | C | Bb | C | |
| You see your g | ypsy |
| Dm | C | F | Bb | |
| To the | gypsy that | remains faces | freedom with a little | fear |
| Dm | C | |
| I have no | fear, I have only l | ove |
| F | |
| And if I | was a child |
| Bb | |
| And the child | was enough |
| Dm | |
| Enough for | me to love |
| C | |
| Enough to | love |
| She is dancing away from me now |
| She was just a wish |
| She was just a wish |
| And a memory is all that is left for you now |
| You see your gypsy |
| You see your gypsy |
| Lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice |
| And it all comes down to you |
| And it all comes down to you |
| Lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice |
| And it all comes down to you |
| I still see your bright eyes, bright eyes |
| And it all comes down to you |
| I still see your bright eyes, bright eyes |
| And it all comes down to you |
| I still see your bright eyes, bright eyes |
| (she was just a wish) |
| (she was just a wish) |
| And it all comes down to you |
| Lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice |
| And it all comes down to you |