Spanish Harlem Incident (Live at Philharmonic Hall, New York, NY - October 1964)

[Verse 1] Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem Cannot hold you to its heat Your temperature's too hot for taming Your flaming feet are burnin' up the street I am homeless, come and take me Into the reach of your rattlin' drums Let me know, babe, all about my fortune Down along my restless palms [Verse 2] Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed I have fallen far beneath Your pearly eyes, so fast and slashing And your clashing diamond teeth The night is pitch black, come and make my Pale face fit into place, ah, please Let me know, babe, will you surround me? If it's you my lifelines trace [Verse 3] 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 around 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, if it's you I'm wanting So I can know if I am really real