Chris Whitley

Spanish Harlem Incident
Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlemcannot hold you to its heatyour temperature's too hot for tamingyour flaming feet burn up the streetI am homeless, come and take meinto the reach of your rattling drumlet me know, babe, all about my fortunedown along my restless palmGypsy gal, you got me swallowedI have fallen far beneathyour pearly eyes, so fast and slashingand your flashing diamond teeththe night is pitch black, come and make mypale face fit into place, oh, pleaselet me know, babe, I'm nearly drowningif it's you my lifelines traceI been wondering all about meever since I seen you thereon the cliffs of your wildcat charms I'm ridingI know I'm 'round you but I don't know whereyou have slayed me, you have made meI got to laugh halfway off my heelsI got to know, babe, would you sit around meSo I can know if I'm really real Aus Songtexte Mania