Spanish Harlem Incident

The Byrds

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    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
    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

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    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

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    Composición: Bob Dylan

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