Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem 
Cannot hold you to its heat 
Your temperature’s too hot for taming 
Your flaming feet burn up the street 
I am [bad word] and take me 
Into reach of your rattling [bad word] 
Let me know, babe, about my fortune 
Down along my restless palms 

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 [bad word] an’ make my 
Pale face fit into place, ah, please! 
Let me know, babe, I’m nearly drowning 
If it’s you my lifelines trace 

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 you surround me? 
So I can tell if I’m really real