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Gypsy gal, the hands of |
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HarlemCannot hold you to it's heat |
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Your temperature's too hot for tamin' |
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Your flamin' feet up, burnin' up the street |
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I am homeless, come and take me |
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Into reach of your rattlin' drums |
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Let me know babe, all about my fortune |
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Down along my restless palms |
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Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed |
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I have fallen far beneath |
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Your pearly eyes, so fast an 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 into place, ah, please |
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Let me know, babe, |
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I'm nearly drowning |
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If it's you my lifeline's trace |
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I've been wondering all about me |
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Ever since |
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I seen you there |
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On the cliffs of your wildcat charms |
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I'm riding |
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I know I'm 'round you but |
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I don't know where |
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You have splayed 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, yeah, will you surround me? |
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So I can now if |
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I'm really real |
