| Em’ralds in my bracelets and diamonds in my rings
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| A Riviera chateau and a lot of other things
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| And I’m blue, so blue am I
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| Lots of ready money in seven diff’rent banks
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| I counted up this morning, it’s about a million francs
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| And I’m blue, so blue, and I know why
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| I’ve got Harlem on my mind
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| I’ve a longing to be lowdown
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| And my «parlez-vous» will not ring true
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| With Harlem on my mind
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| I’ve been wined and I’ve been dined
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| But I’m heading for a showdown
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| 'Cause I can’t go on from night to dawn
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| With Harlem on my mind
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| I go to supper with a French Marquis
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| Each evening after the show
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| My lips begin to whisper «Mon Cheri»
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| But my heart keeps singing «Hi-de-ho»
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| I’ve become too darn refined
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| And at night I hate to go down
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| To the high-falutin' flat that Lady Mendel designed
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| With Harlem on my mind |