(Chorus)
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 miss 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
Oohh ooh, next stop Brooklyn
Oohh ohh, now I'm lookin'
(Chorus)
On the street kickin' rocks circling the same block
Green farm flatbush, checking every corner shop
Tappin' people's shoulders askin if they know her
Everyday's the same back to the train
Oohh ooh, next stop Brooklyn
Oohh ooh, I'm still looking
(Chorus)
Oh Ohh Oh Oh Oohh
Oh, I wonder will we ever meet again 2x
(Ooohh, oohh), yeah
I wonder will we ever meet again
I hope we do, somewhere in Brooklyn
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