GGypsy gal,the Chands Gof Harlem Cannot hold you Cto its heaGt Your temperature`s too Chot Gfor taming, Your flaming feet Cburn up the streeGt. CI am Ghomeless,come and take me Into reach of your Cratling Gdrums. CLet me know,babe, Gabout my fortune Down aClong Gmy Crestless palGms. 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.
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