Spanish Harlem Incident

Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem Cannot hold you to it's heat Your temperature's 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 I gotta know babe all about my fortune Down along my restless palms Gypsy gal, you've 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 in the place, ah please I gotta know babe, I'm nearly drowning 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 half ways off my heels I got to know babe, will you surround me? So I can know if I'm really real --- Spanish Harlem Incident - The Byrds