| Gypsy gal, the hands of harlem
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| Cannot hold you to its heat.
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| Your temperature’s too hot for taming,
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| Your flaming feet burn up the street.
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| I am homeless, come and take me Into reach of your rattling drums.
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| Let me know, babe, about my fortune
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| Down along my restless palms.
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| Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed.
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| I have fallen far beneath
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| Your pearly eyes, so fast an' slashing,
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| An' your flashing diamond teeth.
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| The night is pitch black, come an' make my Pale face fit into place, ah, please!
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| Let me know, babe, i got to know, babe,
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| If it’s you my lifelines trace.
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| I been wond’rin' all about me Ever since i seen you there.
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| On the cliffs of your wildcat charms i’m riding,
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| I know i’m 'round you but i don’t know where.
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| You have slayed me, you have made me,
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| I got to laugh halfways off my heels.
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| I got to know, babe, will i be touching you |