Spanish Harlem Incident

Bob Dylan · Another Side Of Bob Dylan [1964]

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

To the reach of your rattling drums.

Let me 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 an' slashing,

An' your flashing diamond teeth.

The night is pitch black, come an' make my

Pale face fit into place, oh, please!

Let me know, babe, I'm 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 halfways off my heels.

I got to know, babe, oh, will you surround me

So I can know if I'm really real.