Bob Dylan
Spanish Harlem Incident
[Instrumental Intro]
[Verse 1]
Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem
Cannot hold you to its heat
Your temperature's too hot for taming
Your flaming feet are burning up the street
I am homeless come and take me
Into the reach of your rattlin' drums
I gotta know, babe, all about my fortune
Down along my restless palms
[Verse 2]
Gypsy gal, you've 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 and make my
Pale face fit in the place, oh, please
I gotta know, babe, I'm nearly drowning
If it's you my lifelines trace
[Verse 3]
I've been wonderin' all about me
Ever since I've 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 half-ways off my heels
I gotta know, babe, will you surround me?
So I can know if I'm really real
[Instrumental Outro]