Bob Dylan - Spanish Harlem Incident Lyrics
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    Spanish Harlem Incident

    [Verse 1]
    Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem
    Cannot hold you to its heat
    Your temperature is too hot for taming
    Your flaming feet are burning up the street
    I'm 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

    [Verse 2]
    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

    [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, yeah will you surround me?
    So I can know if I’m really real


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