| She walks the dirty streets, and she breaths a breath of Spring
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| She has bells upon her shoes, and she wears a diamond ring
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| Everybody passing by, says, look there goes our queen
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| Ain’t she the prettiest thing, that you have ever seen
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| She is a Harlem lady
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| She is a Harlem lady
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| She is a Harlem lady, and she’s much too good for me
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| Money men can’t but her, her mind is all her own
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| She ain’t got no ties to bind her, she ain’t got no home
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| If you pass her on the street she’ll smile and say hello
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| But don’t you get too close guy, she just don’t wanna know
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| She is a Harlem lady
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| She is a Harlem lady
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| She is a Harlem lady, and she’s much too good for me
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| When she speaks the minutes stop, the hours quickly fly
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| When she loves it feels so good, like I’m flyin' in the sky
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| But don’t you try to reach her, for she’s too far out you
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| And man she gives her love, to nobody of me
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| She is a Harlem lady
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| She is a Harlem lady
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| She is a Harlem lady, and she’s much too good for me. |