Byrds - Spanish harlem incident

^FGypsy ^Fgal, the ^Fhands of ^FHarlem,^F cannot hold you ^Fto it's ^Fheat Your temperature's too ^Fhot for ^Ftaming, your flaming feet burn ^Fup the ^Fstreet.

^FI am ^Fhomeless, ^Fcome and ^Ftake me, ^Finto ^Freach of your ^Frattling d^Grums. I got to ^Fknow, babe, all a^Fbout my ^Ffortune,^F down a^Flong my ^Frestless ^Fpalms.

^FGypsy ^Fgal, you ^Fgot me ^Fswallowed,^F I have fallen ^Ffar be^Fneath Your pearly ^Feyes, so f^Fast and ^Fslashing^F, and your flashing ^Fdiamond ^Fteeth.

The ^Fnight is ^Fpitch black, ^Fcome and ^Fmake my, ^Fpale face ^Ffit into ^Fplace, ah, ^Gplease! I got to ^Fknow, babe, I'm ^Fnearly ^Fdrowning,^F if it's ^Fyou my ^Flifelines ^Ftrace.

^FI been ^Fwondering ^Fall a^Fbout me^F, ever since I ^Fseen you ^Fthere. On the cliffs of your wildcat ^Fcharms I'm ^Friding,^F I know I'm a^Fround you but I ^Fdon't know ^Fwhere.

^FYou have ^Fslayed me, ^Fyou have ^Fmade me, ^FI got to ^Flaugh halfways ^Fof my ^Gheels. I got to ^Fknow, babe, will ^Fyou sur^Fround me,^F so I can ^Fknow if I'm ^Freally ^Freal.