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Spanish Harlem Incident

Dion And The Belmonts

Return Of The Wanderer

Gypsy girl, the hands of Harlem
Cannot hold you to it's heat
Your temperature Is too hot for taming
Your flaming feet, they're burnin' up the street

And l am homeless
Come and take me
To the reach of your rattling drums
Let me know, babe, all about my fortune
All along my restless palms

Gypsy girl, you got me swallowed
and I have fallen far beneath
Your pearly eyes so fast an slashing
and your flashing diamond teeth

The night Is pitch black
Come and make my
Pale face fit In place ah, please
And let me know, babe
Am I merely drowning
For it's you that my lifelines trace

You have slayed me
You have made me
I've got to laugh halfways off my heels
I've got to know, babe
Come here end touch me
So I can tell if I am really real

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