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