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Spanish Harlem
by Aretha Franklin



There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem

It is a special one, it's never seen the sun
It only comes out when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming
It's growing in the street right up through the concrete
But soft and sweet and dreaming

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem

With eyes as black as coal that look down in his soul
And starts a fire there and then he loses control
I'm goin' to 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 red rose up in Spanish Harlem

He's going to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows in his garden

With eyes as black as coal that look down in his soul
And starts a fire there and then he loses control
And I'm goin' to beg his pardon yeah

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-la
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la
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written by LEIBER, JERRY / SPECTOR, PHIL
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMI Music Publishing