Spanish Harlem Incident - Live at Philharmonic Hall, New York, NY - October 1964

Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem
 Cannot hold you to its heat
 Your temperature is too hot for taming
 Your flaming feet are burning up the street
 I am homeless, come and take me
 Into the reach of your rattling drums
 Let me know babe, all about my fortune
 Down along my restless palms
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 Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed
 I have fallen far beneath
 Your pearly eyes, so fast and slashing
 And your flashing diamond teeth
 The night is pitch black, come and make my
 Pale face fit into place, oh, please
 Let me know, babe, if you surround me
 If it's you, my lifeline's trace
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 I 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, if it's you I'm wanting
 So I can know if I am really real