Spanish Harlem Incident
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
First release by: Bob Dylan - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists
Gypsy gal the hands of Harlem
Cannot hold you to its heat
Your temperature's too hot for taming
Your flaming feet are burnin' up the street
I am homeless come and take me
Into the reach of your rattling drums
I gotta know babe all about my fortune
Down along my restless path
Gypsy gal you got me swallowed
I have fallen far beneath
Your pearly eyes so fast and slashin'
And your flashing diamond teeth
The night is pitch black come and make my
Pale face fit into place ah, please
I gotta know babe I'm nearly drowning
If it's you my lifelines trace
I been wonderin' all about me
Ever since I seen you there
On the cliffs of your wildcat 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 got to laugh halfways off my heels
I got to know babe when you surround me
So I can know if I'm really real
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