Lyrics:

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