She was covered in leather and gold 21 years old I lost her in the cold It’s unfair she’s out there Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn She’s somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn
Little Ms. Perfect Sitting at the train stop Red Nike high tops Listening to hip-hop While we were waiting Started conversating Before I got her name Along came a train
Oh, oh Next stop Brooklyn Oh, oh, Now I’m lookin’
She was covered in leather and gold 21 years old I lost her in the cold It’s unfair she’s out there Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn She’s somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn
On the street kicking rocks Circling the same block Greenpoint to Flatbush Checking every corner shop Tapping people’s shoulders Asking if they know her Everyday’s the same It’s back to the train
Oh, oh Next stop Brooklyn Oh, oh I’m still looking
She was covered in leather and gold 21 years old I lost her in the cold It’s unfair she’s out there Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn She’s somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I wonder will we ever meet again Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I wonder will we ever meet again Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I wonder if we’ll ever meet again Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I hope we do somewhere in Brooklyn