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