Paul Gordon - The Gypsy lyrics

ROCHESTER I see a flame in the palm of your hand Oh sister You're peevish and puny and spoiled and bland Oh sister You have no principles You have no taste Your education was truly a waste Don't be upset, girls, this has to be faced Sweet sisters I see a man in your future, my dear Auspicious But his claims of wealth and title I fear Fictitious You marry the scoundrel, and soon after that You bear him a child and then you get fat Lucky for you he leaves both of you flat Dear lady I see a journey you're planning to take Oh sister Believe me, my child, it's a fatal mistake Oh sister The road holds great danger You'd better stay here There's someone you long to be close to, my dear He's not so far out of reach as you fear Dear sister JANE And who might he be, mother? ROCHESTER I'm getting tired of this masquerade Oh sister Do you forgive me for this odd charade Dear sister...