Spanish Harlem Incident

From ’Another Side Of Bob Dylan’ 1964. Intro: Gypsy ()gal the hands of ()Harlem Cannot ()hold you to it’s ()heat Your ()temperature’s too hot for ()taming Your flaming ()feet burn up the ()street. 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’m nearly ()drowning 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 of my heels. ()I got to ()know babe ()will you surround ()me So I can know if I’m really real. ENJOY!