Somewhere In Brooklyn

She was covered in leather and gold Twenty one years old I lost her in the crowd 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 Next stop Brooklyn Now I'm lookin' She was covered in leather and gold Twenty one years old I lost her in the crowd It′s 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 Farm, Flatbush, checking every corner shop Tappin' people′s shoulders askin' if they know her Everyday′s the same back to the train Next stop Brooklyn I'm still lookin' She was covered in leather and gold Twenty one years old I lost her in the crowd It′s unfair, she′s out there Somewhere, somewhere Somewhere in Brooklyn She's somewhere, somewhere Somewhere in Brooklyn Oh, oh, oh, oh I wonder if we′ll ever meet again Oh, oh, oh, oh I wonder we we'll ever meet again Oh, oh, oh, oh Yeah, I wonder if we′ll meet again Oh, oh, oh, oh I hope we do somewhere in Brooklyn