Spanish Harlem Incident - Bob Dylan
    Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem

    Cannot hold you to its heat
    You're temperature is too hot for tamin'
    Your flamin' feet are burnin' up the street.
    I am homeless come and take me
    to the reach of your rattle and drums.
    Let me know, babe,   all about my fortune
    down along my restless palms.

    Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed
    I have fallen far beneath
    your perly eyes so fast and slashing
    and your flashing diamond teeth.
    The night is pitchblack come and make my
    pale face fit in the place of pleas.
    Let me know, babe,   I'm nearly drownin'
    If it's you, my lifeline's trace.

    I've been wondering all about me
    ever since I've seen you there
    on your cliffs of your wild cat charms I'm riding
    I know I'm round you but I don't know where.
    You have slayed me you have made me
    I've got to laugh half ways off my heels
    I got to know, babe,  oh will you surround me
    so I can know if I am really real.


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