Spanish Harlem Incident - Chris Whitley

Gypsy gal, the hands of harlem

Cannot hold you to its 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 an' slashing,

An' your flashing diamond teeth.

The night is pitch black, come an' make my Pale face fit into place, ah, please!

Let me know, babe, i got to know, babe,

If it’s you my lifelines trace.

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 i be touching you