Текст (слова) песни: Byrds, The - Spanish Harlem Incident
Written by 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 and slashing An` your flashing diamond teeth The night is pitch black, come and make my Pale face fit in to place,ah, please! I gotta 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
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