Zigana

how pretty is she?
that girl in that spray painted rv?
in her homemade skirts and pretty handmade leather shoes
I hear her mother is a witch and her father plays the blues
so lovely with her long brown hair
swaying as she dances in the park without a care
her mother starts a fire with cauldron hung over it
but that she is a witch she'd never admit
she'll tell you stories and poems of old
and if you were good she'd give you a cup of homemade hot chocolate when the sun sets and it begins to get cold
she parents are so in love, i've seen it i swear
Zigana's parents make out everywhere
she laughs at my blush
and hands me a bouquet of river rush
they teach me how to dance
who knew how much fun gypsies can be when you give them a chance?
Zigana's mom teaches me how to sew
because that is something my mother doesn't know
Zigana braids wild flowers in my hair
and we laugh and play in the park without a care
Zigana's so pretty and so free
i have never been so happy to have a friend who isn't like me.