Byrds (The)

Spanish Harlem Incident
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 Into reach of your rattling drums. I gotta know, babe, about my fortune Down along my restless paths. 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! I gotta know, babe, I'm nearly drowning Take me to 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 at this off my heel. I got to know, babe, will you surround me So I can know if I'm really real. Aus Songtexte Mania