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1. 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 ratling drums.
Let me know,babe, about my fortune
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Down along my restless palms.
2. Gypsy gal,you got me swallowed,
I have fallen far beneath
Your pearly eyes,so fast an` slashing,
An` your flashing diamond teeth.
The night is pitch black,come an` make my
Pale face fit into place,ah,please!
Let me know,babe,I got to know,babe,
If it`s you my lifeline trace.
3. 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 I be touching you
So I can tell if I`m really real.