^GGypsy gal,the ^Chands ^Gof Harlem Cannot hold you ^Cto its hea^Gt Your temperature`s too ^Chot ^{^Gfor taming, Your flaming feet ^Cburn up the stree^Gt. ^CI am ^Ghomeless,come and take me Into reach of your ^Cratling ^Gdrums. ^CLet me know,babe, ^Gabout my fortune Down a^Clong ^Gmy ^Crestless pal^Gms. 2. 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 lifeline trace. 3. 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 So I can tell if I`m really real.}

Bob Dylan - Spanish Harlem Incident