She was covered in leather and gold
Twenty one years old
I lose her in the cold
It's unfair, she's out thereSomewhere, somewhere
Somewhere in Brooklyn
She's somewhere, somewhere
Somewhere in BrooklynLittle Miss Perfect
sitting at the trainstop
Red Nike hightops
Listening to hip hop
While we were waiting started conversating
Before I got her name along came a trainNext stop Brooklyn
Now I'm lookin'She was covered in leather and gold
Twenty one years old
I lost her in the cold
It's unfair, she's out thereSomewhere, somewhere
Somewhere in Brooklyn
She's somewhere, somewhere
Somewhere in BrooklynOn the streets, kickin' rocks
Circling the same block
Green farm flat bush
Checking every corner stop
Tappin' people's shoulders
Askin' if they know her
Every day's the same
Back to the trainNext stop, Brooklyn
I'm still lookin'She was covered in leather and gold
Twenty one years old
I lost her in the cold
It's unfair, she's out thereSomewhere, somewhere
Somewhere in Brooklyn
She's somewhere, somewhere
Somewhere in Brooklynoh oh oh oh
I wonder if we'll ever meet again
oh oh oh oh
I wonder if we'll ever meet again
Yeah, I wonder if we'll ever meet again
I hope we do
Somewhere in Brooklyn"Somewhere in Brooklyn" -Bruno Mars

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somewhere in brooklyn ; marco asensio
FanfictionA Spanish footballer meets a mystery girl on the subway in Brooklyn, New York