Bob Dylan - Spanish Harlem Incident

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’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