Hilary Duff - Gypsy woman
Was it a face that invaded your mind
A kind that wasn't hard to find
She lets you think that you found her first
That's how she works
Her sick and twisted gypsy curse
She can swallow knives
She can swallow lives
Golden black stare
But the night of your demise..
Try to runaway with the gypsy woman
Here today then gone for good ...