You smell like a flower
That hasn't been invented
You gave me a camera
So I could take your picture

I met the girl of my dreams
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

I met the girl of my dreams
She's down in new orleans
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Number One Lyrics

Harlem – Number One Lyrics