Spanish Harlem Incident
Writen by: Bob Dylan
Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem
Cannot hold you to its heat
Your temperature is too hot for taming
Your flaming feet are burnin´ up the street
I am homeless, come and take me
To the reach of your rattlin´ 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 pearly eyes, so fast and slashing
And 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 wondering all about me
Ever since I seen you there
On the cliffs of your wildcat charms I´m riding
I know I´m around you but I don´t know where
You have slayed me, you have made me
I got to laugh half ways off my heels
I got to know, babe, yeah, will you surround me?
So I can know if I am really real