She does not know her beauty
She thinks her brown glory
She thinks her brown body has no glory If she could dance naked under palm trees
And see her image in the river 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 has no glory If she could dance naked under palm trees
And see her image in the river she would know
Yes, 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 image
