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