| The woman is out on her own
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| Walking the streets, sad and alone
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| Yes, she sells herself for nickels and dimes
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| These are hard times for a Harlem woman
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| Harlem woman
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| Yes, you work at night, I have held you tight
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| But you’re not aware of how much I care
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| No, you can’t see your baby’s been hungry and cold
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| So long nights through, go on and do what you must do I love you, I love you, Harlem woman
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| Harlem woman
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| Sometimes I cry, but I’ll get by till you’re mine alone
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| So carry on to other arms, tender but strong
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| Till you belong to me Harlem woman, hang on
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| I’ll take you away
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| Someday I’ll set you free to be with only me Till then I’ll know, Lord knows, I’ll know
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| They can buy the body
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| But not the soul of my Harlem woman
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| Harlem woman, Harlem woman
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| Hang on |