Lyrics Spanish Harlem Incident - Bob Dylan

Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem cannot hold you to its heat
Your temperature is too hot for tamin'
Your flaming feet are burnin' up the street
I am 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
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, oh, please
Let me know, babe, I'm nearly drowning
If it's you my lifelines trace
I've 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 '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, ah, will you surround me
So I can know if I am really real