Spanish Harlem Incident

Album: Another Side of Bob Dylan (1964)
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  • 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
    To 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'm nearly drowning
    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, will you surround me?
    So I can tell if I'm really real Writer/s: BOB DYLAN
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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