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I've got Harlem on my mind
And I'm longin' to be lowdown
And my, 'Parlez-vous' will not ring true
With Harlem on my mind

I've been dined and I've been wined
But I'm headin' for a showdown
'Cause I can't go on from night to dawn
With Harlem on my mind

I go to supper with a French Marquis
Each evening after the show
My lips begin to whisper, "Mon Cheri"
But my heart keeps singin', "Hi-de-ho"

I've become too damned refined
And at night, I hate to go down
To that high-falutin' flat that Lady Mendel designed
With Harlem on my mind

Emeralds in my bracelets, diamonds in my rings
A Riviera chateau and a lot of other things
And I'm blue, so blue and I know why
Lots of ready money in seven different banks
I counted up this morning, it was 'bout a million francs
And I'm blue, so blue and I know why

I've become too damned refined
And at night, I hate to go down
To that high-falutin' flat that Lady Mendel designed
With Harlem on my mind

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