Harlem
Harlem - Number One lyrics
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You smell like a flower That hasn't been invented You gave me a camera So I could take your picture I met the girl of my dreams Down in new orleans You smell like a flower That hasn't been invented You gave me a camera So I could take your picture I met the girl of my dreams She's down in new orleans X2
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