Текст песни The Byrds - Spanish Harlem Incident
The Byrds - Spanish Harlem Incident слова песни
Written by Bob DylanGypsy 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 reach of your rattling drumsLet me know babe about my fortuneDown along my restless palmsGypsy gal, you got me swallowedI have fallen far beneathYour pearly eyes so fast and slashingAn` your flashing diamond teethThe night is pitch black, come and make myPale face fit in to place,ah, please!I gotta know babe, I`m nearly drowningIf it`s you, my lifelines traceI been wond`rin` 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 halfways off my heelsI got to know babe, will you surround me?So I can tell if I`m really real