Middle Eastern Gypsy Girl

I am your gypsy girl In the bazaars of Morocco Don't pretend not to look Because I have you by the hook The way I move Has no room to improve Don't look away foreigner Or return to your corner From the curls of my hair To the skirt I wear I have you in a trance As you stand, mouth open, watching my dance Come a bit closer And watch my hips, the composer Of this dance That can shake the world of Romance