Dion Spanish Harlem Incident
Gypsy girl, the hands of Harlem cannot hold you to its
heat
Your temperature Is too hot for taming
Your flaming feet, they're burnin' up the street
And l am homeless, come and take me
To the reach of your rattling drums
Let me know, babe, all about my fortune
all along my restless palms
Gypsy girl, you got me swallowed
and I have fallen far beneath
Your pearly eyes so fast an slashing
and your flashing diamond teeth
The night Is pitch black
Come and make my pale face fit In place ah, please
and let me know, babe
Am I merely drowning
for it's you that my lifelines trace
You have slayed me
You have made me
I've got to laugh halfways off my heels
I've got to know, babe
Come here end touch me
So I can tell if I am really real
