Bob Dylan
Spanish Harlem Incident (Live at Philharmonic Hall, New York, NY - October 1964)
[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 burnin' up the street
I am homeless, come and take me
Into the reach of your rattlin' drums
Let me know, babe, all about my fortune
Down along my restless palms
[Verse 2]
Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed
I have fallen far beneath
Your pearly eyes, so fast and slashing
And your clashing diamond teeth
The night is pitch black, come and make my
Pale face fit into place, ah, please
Let me know, babe, will you surround me?
If it's you my lifelines trace
[Verse 3]
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, if it's you I'm wanting
So I can know if I am really real