Your temperature's too hot for tamin'
Your pearly eyes, so fast an slashing
Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem
Ever since I seen you there
You have splayed me, you have made me
I have fallen far beneath
I've been wondering all about me
Down along my restless palms
Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed
Songwriter: Bob Dylan
I got to know, babe, yeah, will you surround me?
I am homeless, come and take me
The night is pitch black, come and make my
Cannot hold you to it's heat
Your flamin' feet up, burnin' up the street
I got to laugh halfways off my heels
Into reach of your rattlin' drums
And your flashing diamond teeth
I know I'm 'round you but I don't know where
Pale face fit into place, ah, please
Publisher: SPECIAL RIDER MUSIC
If it's you my lifeline's trace
Let me know babe, all about my fortune
On the cliffs of your wildcat charms I'm riding
So I can now if I'm really real
Let me know, babe, I'm nearly drowning