Harlem bu*terfly
The moon got in your eye
The night you were born
Harlem bu*terfly
You listened to the cry
Of some lonely horn
That combination
Left you a mark
That you'll never, never lose
While you chase some will o' the wisp
In the dark
Your heart keeps singing the blues
Oh, Harlem bu*terfly
The writing's in the sky
You'll come to no good
But I'm not blaming you
I'm certain I would do
The same if I could
But even though a candle
Burned at the ends
Can never last out the night
Harlem bu*terfly
It really makes a lovely light
Harlem bu*terfly
Goodnight