She does not know Her beauty. She thinks her brown body, She thinks her brown body Has no glory. If she could dance Naked, Under palm trees And see her image and realize She would know Yes, she would know. But there are no palm trees In the street, No palm trees in the street And dishwater gives back no images.
She does not know Her beauty. She thinks her brown body, She thinks her brown body Has no glory. If she could dance Naked, Under palm trees And see her image and realize She would know Yes, she would know. But there are no palm trees In the street, No palm trees in the street And dishwater gives back no images.
