Harlem — Number One lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "Number One" by Harlem.
Lyrics
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