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DONOVAN FRENKENREITER >> Merchandise Links
DONOVAN FRENKENREITER
Gypsy gal Hands of Harlem Cannot hold you to its heat Your temperature's too hot for taming Your flaming fleet burn up the street I am homeless, come and take me Into reach of your rattling drums 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 and slashing And your flashing diamond teeth The night is pitch black, come and make my Pale face fit into place, ah, please Let me know babe, I got to know, babe 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 stayed me, you have made me I got to laugh halfways off my heels I got to know babe will I be touching you So I can tell if I'm really real
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