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There is a rose in Spanish HarlemA red rose up in Spanish HarlemIt is a special one, it's never seen the sunIt only comes out when the moon is on the runAnd all the stars are gleamingIt's growing in the street right up through theconcreteBut soft and sweet and dreamin'There is a rose in Spanish HarlemA red rose up in Spanish HarlemWith eyes as black as coal that look down in my soulAnd starts a fire there and then I lose controlI have to beg your pardonI'm going to pick that rose and watch her as she growsin my gardenI'm going to pick that rose and watch her as she growsin my garden(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)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(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem) Aus Songtexte Mania