She was covered in leather and gold
Twenty one years old
I lost her in the cold
Its 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
(uuuuuuuh) next stop Brooklyn
(uuuuuuuh) now I'm lookin
She was covered in leather and gold
Twenty one years old
I lost her in the cold
Its unfair, she's out there
Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn
She's somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn
On the street kickin rocks circling the same block
Green pointed Flatbush checking every corner shop
Tappin peoples shoulders askin if they know her
Every day's the same, it's back to the train
(uuuuuuuh) next stop Brooklyn
(uuuuuuuh) I'm still lookin
She was covered in leather and gold
Twenty one years old
I lost her in the cold
Its 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
Uh I wonder will we ever meet again
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Yeah I wonder if we'll ever meet again
Oh-oh-oh-oh
I hope we do somewhere in Brooklyn
Writer(s): Peter Gene Hernandez, Ari Levine, Philip Martin Lawrence Ii
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