.Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem
Cannot hold you to it's heat
Your temperature's too hot for taming
Your flaming feet are burning up the street
I am homeless come and take me
Into the reach of your rattling drums
I gotta know babe all about my fortune
Down along my res.
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