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