Standard (EADGBE)

Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem,

 cannot hold you to it's heat

 Your temperature's too hot for taming,

 your flaming feet burn up the street.

I am homeless, come and take me,

into reach of your rattling drums.

 I got to know, babe, all about my fortune,

 down along my restless palms.

Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed,

 I have fallen far beneath

 Your pearly eyes, so fast and slashing,

 and your flashing diamond teeth.

 The night is pitch black, come and make my,

pale face fit into place, ah, please!

 I got to know, babe, I'm nearly drowning,

 if it's you my lifelines trace.

I been wondering all about me,

 ever since I seen you there.

 On the cliffs of your wildcat charms I'm riding,

 I know I'm around you but I don't know where.

You have slayed me, you have made me,

I got to laugh halfways of my heels.

 I got to know, babe, will you surround me,

 so I can know if I'm really real.