Harlem Lady - David McWilliams

She walks the dirty streets, and she breaths a breath of Spring

She has bells upon her shoes, and she wears a diamond ring

Everybody passing by, says, look there goes our queen

Ain’t she the prettiest thing, that you have ever seen

She is a Harlem lady

She is a Harlem lady

She is a Harlem lady, and she’s much too good for me

Money men can’t but her, her mind is all her own

She ain’t got no ties to bind her, she ain’t got no home

If you pass her on the street she’ll smile and say hello

But don’t you get too close guy, she just don’t wanna know

She is a Harlem lady

She is a Harlem lady

She is a Harlem lady, and she’s much too good for me

When she speaks the minutes stop, the hours quickly fly

When she loves it feels so good, like I’m flyin' in the sky

But don’t you try to reach her, for she’s too far out you

And man she gives her love, to nobody of me

She is a Harlem lady

She is a Harlem lady

She is a Harlem lady, and she’s much too good for me.