Spanish Harlem Incident

Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem

Cannot hold you to its heat

Your temperature's too hot for tamin'

Your flaming feet are burnin' 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

Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed

I have fallen far beneath

Your pearly eyes so fast and slashing

And your flashin' diamond teeth

The night is pitch black, come and make my

Pale face fit into place, ah, please

I gotta know, babe, I'm nearly drownin'

If it's you my lifelines trace

I've been wonderin' 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 gotta know, babe, will you surround me?

So I can know if I'm really real