The flower I promised you is there, kept to give to you. And you, I don't even know, I didn't see you, whoa-whoa. And I've come to claim the promised future. You swore to love me and make me happy. I tore up the plans. It was a mistake to get involved with a gypsy heart, fickle, that made me suffer. And I've come to claim the promised future. You swore to love me and make me happy.