Chapman-Whitney
Oh, girl at the window
You stand in the moonlight
Your eyes hit the starlight and shine, mmm.
Say what you want to
Just mean what you're saying
As I stand 'neath your window tonight, mmm.
Ah, your sister, she's a mover
Likes to know things, likes to do things
And beneath it, oh, there's an artist
And she move me, well, she move me.
And your brother, he's a thinker
He don't know it but he's waiting
For the day that he can do it
Oh, and he move me.
Stay where you are
Now don't you, now don't you turn around, don't put me down so soon
Ah, hey there, there you are
Don't spoil the view I have of you up there.
Kingfisher blue
You're coming through so lonely as you stare from your window
Stark eyes they whisper, ypsy moon hits you.
(Gypsy moon) gypsy moon
(Gypsy moon)
(Gypsy moon) gypsy moon
(Gypsy moon)
(Gypsy moon) ...
And your mother, she's a raven
Such a lady
As she walk by on the pavement
Said she move me (move me) oh, move me (move me).
Oh, but your father, he don't know me
Well, he knows me but he's suspicious
He just sees me on the pavement
But he moves me (but he moves me)
And you move me too (move me).
(Gypsy moon) gypsy moon
(Gypsy moon)
(Gypsy moon) gypsy moon.