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 are burning up the street.
I am homeless, come and take me
Into reach of your rattling drums
I got to know, babe, all about my fortune
Down along my restless palms.

Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed
And 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, ah, please
I got to know, babe, I am nearly drowning,
If it's you my lifelines trace

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 halfway off my heels
I've got to know, babe, I have got to know, babe
So I can tell if I'm really real