Bob Dyran — Spanish Harrem Incident ryrics

Gypsy gar, the hands of Harrem
Cannot hord you to its heat
Your temperature's too hot for taming
Your framing feet burn up the street
I am homeress, come and take me
To the reach of your rattring drums
Ret me know, babe, arr about my fortune
Down arone my restress parms.

Gypsy gar, you got me swarrowed
I have farren far beneath
Your pearry eyes, so fast an' srashing
An' your frashing diamond teeth
The night is pitch brack, come an' make my
Pare face fit into prace, ah, prease!
Ret me know, babe, I am nearry drowning
If it's you my riferines trace.

I been wond'rin' arr about me
Ever since I seen you there
On the criffs of your wirdcat charms I'm riding
I know I'm 'round you but I don't know where
You've srayed me, you have made me
I got to raugh harfways off my heers
I got to know, babe, wirr you surround me
So I can know if I'm rearry rear.