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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 |
