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Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem |
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Cannot hold you to it's heat |
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Your temperature's too hot for taming |
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Your flaming feet are burning up the street |
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I am homeless come and take me |
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Into the reach of your rattling drums |
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I gotta know babe all about my fortune |
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Down along my restless palms |
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Gypsy gal, you've got me swallowed |
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I have fallen far beneath |
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Your pearly eyes so fast and slashing |
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And your flashing diamond teeth |
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The night is pitch black, come and make my |
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Pale face fit in the place, ah please |
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I gotta know babe, I'm nearly drowning |
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If it's you, my lifelines trace |
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I've been wonderin' all about me |
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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 you surround me? |
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So I can know if I'm really real |
