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Bob Dylan - Spanish Harlem Incident
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Gypsy gal, the hands of harlem Cannot hold you to its heat. Your temperatures 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 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 got to know, babe, If its you my lifelines trace. I been wondrin all about me Ever since I seen you there. On the cliffs of your wildcat charms Im riding, I know Im round you but I dont know where. You have slayed me, you have made me, I got to laugh halfways off my heels. I got to know, babe, will I be touching you So I can tell if Im really real.
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