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The Byrds
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Spanish Harlem Incident
Lyricist:Bob Dylan
Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem Cannot hold you to it's heat Your temperature's too hot for taming Your flaming feet are burning up the street
I am homeless come and take me Into the reach of your rattling drums I gotta know babe all about my fortune Down along my restless palms
Gypsy gal, you've got me swallowed I have fallen far beneath Your pearly eyes so fast and slashing And your flashing diamond teeth
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com The night is pitch black, come and make my Pale face fit in the place, ah please I gotta know babe, I'm nearly drowning 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 got to know babe, will you surround me? So I can know if I'm really real
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