Spanish Harlem Incident — текст песни (Byrds, The)

Written by 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 and slashing
An` your flashing diamond teeth
The night is pitch black, come and make my
Pale face fit in to place,ah, please!
I gotta 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 off my heels
I got to know babe, will you surround me?
So I can tell if I`m really real