La la la, la la la, la la la la
La la la, la la la, la la la la
There's a rose in black and Spanish Harlem
A rose in black and Spanish Harlem
It is the special one, it never sees the sun
It only comes out when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleamin'
It's growing in the street right up through the concrete
But soft and sweet and dreamin'
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A rose in black and Spanish Harlem
With eyes as black as coal that look down in his soul
And starts a fire there and then he lose his control
I'm gonna beg his pardon, yeah
He's going to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows in his garden
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A rose in black and Spanish Harlem
With eyes as black as coal that look down in his soul
And start a fire there, then he lose his control
And I'm gonna beg his pardon
He's going to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows in his garden
La la la, la la la, la la la la
La la, la la la, la la la la
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