The Gypsy Meets the Boy

The tarot is fate, said the Gypsy Queen And she beckoned me, to glimpse my future she'd seen She said, do you see what I see?, be careful to choose Be careful what you wish for, cause it may come true When I lay the card down will it turn up the fool? Will it turn up sorrow? If it does then you lose I'm the lost boy can you help me Yeah, I'm the lost boy can you help me Then the illusion was real, a crimson idol I saw But the higher he'd fly, then the further he'd fall I'm the lost boy can you help me Yeah, I'm the lost boy can you help me I just wanna be, I just wanna be, I just wanna be The crimson Idol of a million I just wanna be, I just wanna be, I just wanna be The crimson Idol of a million eyes Of a million --- The Gypsy Meets the Boy - W.A.S.P.