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Spanish Harlem Incident - Bob Dylan
Gypsy gal the hands of Harlem
Cannot hold you to its heat
Your temperature's too hot for taming
Your flaming feet burn up the street
I am homeless come and take me
Into reach of your rattling drums
Let me know babe about my fortune
Down along my restless palms
Gypsy gal you got me swallowed
I have fallen far beneath
Your pearly eyes so fast an' slashing
An' your flashing diamond teeth
The night is pitch black come an' make my
Pale face fit into place ah please
Let me know babe I got to know babe
If it's you my lifelines trace
I been wond'rin' 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 and I will you surround me
So I can know if I'm really real
