Touch, Go - Tango In Harlem

And nobody was there and nobody was nowhere

It was really horrible

Snowing

In Harlem

In harlem

I come to my flat

And I stayed in front of the door

And all of a sudden

Somebody points a knife at my throat

And then it was like 'whoops'

I had only fifty dollars to survive because I was so poor

In Harlem

In Harlem