.[Verse 1]
Creole babies walk along with rhythm in their thighs
Rhythm in their hips and in their lips and in their eyes
Where the [highbrows?] find the kind of love that satisfies
Underneath the Harlem moon
[Verse 2]
We don't pick no cotton; picking cotton is tabo.
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