Spanish Harlem Incident

Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem
 Cannot hold you to its heat
 Your temperature's too hot for tamin'
 Your flaming feet are burnin' up the street
 I am homeless, come and take me
 Into the reach of your rattlin' drums
 I gotta know, babe, all 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
 And your flashin' diamond teeth
 The night is pitch black, come and make my
 Pale face fit into place, ah, please
 I gotta know, babe, I'm nearly drownin'
 If it's you my lifelines trace
 I've been wonderin' 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 gotta know, babe, will you surround me?
 So I can know if I'm really real