Spanish Harlem Incident
by Bob Dylan
From the album: Another Side of Bob Dylan
Duration: 2:25
Lyrics for Spanish Harlem Incident
Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem cannot hold you to its heat Your temperature is too hot for tamin' Your flaming feet are burnin' up the street I am homeless, come and take me To the reach of your rattlin' 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've 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, ah, will you surround me So I can know if I am really real