(Chorus) she was covered leather and gold, 21 years old i lost her in the cold it's unfair, she's out somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn she's somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn
little miss sitting at the train stop red nike high tops listening to hip-hop while we were waiting started conversating before i her name came a train
...next stop Brooklyn
now i'm lookin'
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the street kickin' rocks circling the same block green farm flatbush checking corner shop tappin' people's shoulders askin if they know her everyday's the same back to the train
...I'm still
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Ohhh Ohh Oh Oh Ohhh i wonder will we ever meet Ohhh Ohh Oh Oh Ohhh i will we ever meet again yeahh...i wonder if we'll ever meet again i hope we do somewhere in Brooklyn