Joan Osborne

Spanish Harlem Incident
Oh, gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem Cannot hold you to its heat Your temperature is too hot for taming Your flaming feet are burning up the street I'm homeless, come and take me Into the reach of your rattlin' drums Oh, let me know, babe, all about my fortune Down along my restless palms Oh, gypsy gal, you 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 an' make my Pale face fit into place, ah, 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 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, oh oh will you surround me? So I can tell if I'm really real I got to know, babe, oh oh will you surround me? So I can tell if I'm really real Aus Songtexte Mania