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La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la...La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la...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 gleamin' (I'm gonna pick that rose...);Love is growing in the street, right through the concrete,Right through the concrete, Right through the concrete,Soft and dreamin'...La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la...There is a rose in Spanish Harlem;A red rose up in Spanish Harlem...With eyes as black as coal, he looks down in my soul,And starts a fire there, and then I lose control...I have to beg your pardon (I'm gonna pick that rose);I'm goin' to pick that rose and watch him as he grows in my garden...(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem...)La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la...(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem...)La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la...(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem...)La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la...(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem...)La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la , la-la... Aus Songtexte Mania