Spanish Harlem Incident

Spanish Harlem Incident - Bob Dylan

Gypsy gal the hands of Harlem

Cannot hold you to its heat

Your temperature's 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 it's you my lifelines trace

I been wond'rin' 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 and I will you surround me

So I can know if I'm really real