There is a rose in Spanish harlem
a red rose up in Spanish harlem
it is the special one that never seen the sun
in only comes out when the moon is on the run
and all the stars are gleaming
I'm going to pick that rose and watch her as she grows
in my garden
There is a rose in Spanish harlem
a red rose up in Spanish harlem
with eyes as black as coal that looks down in my soul
and starts a fire there and then I lose control
I'll have to beg your pardon
I'm going to pick that rose and watch her as she grows
in my garden
with eyes as black as coal that looks down in my soul
and starts a fire there and then I lose control
I'll have to beg your pardon
I'm going to pick that rose and watch her as she grows
in my garden
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