| Beautiful woman is an ebony woman
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| Dark satin hue, and soul made of blues
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| And her charm and her grace is so ebony smooth
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| And miss Cleopatra, she wished she could match her
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| To her eye-velish smile, those satin doll eyes
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| And a lamb’s woolly hair that makes her ebony true
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| She moans «Lord, lord have mercy»
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| When she is tired and blue
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| How can she be gay in May
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| Money and bright fancy clothes
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| Could never sought the cares of O’s
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| Oh, ebony woman, woman, woman
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| Ebony woman, woman, woman
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| Fertile as rich black soil, and freshening as oil
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| In this crazy mixed up world
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| She’s just a jewel, sometimes called pearl
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| Oh, but nevertheless she’s an ebony woman
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| Woman, woman, woman
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| She’s a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
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| Black lady, lady, lady, lady
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| Oh, black is beautiful and there’s so much soulin'
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| And talk in that woman
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| Oh, I love my woman, I love her |