Number One - Harlem

You smell like a flower

That hasn’t been invented

You gave me a camera

So I could take your picture, oh

I met the girl of my dreams

She’s down in New Orleans

You smell like a flower

That hasn’t been invented

You gave me a camera

So I could take your picture, oh

I met the girl of my dreams

She’s down in New Orleans

I met the girl of my dreams

She’s down in New Orleans