Bedford-Stuyvesant

There's a place way down in Bed-Stuy,
Where a boy lives behind bricks,
He's got an eye for girls of eighteen,
And he turns them out like tricks.

I went down to a place in Bed-Stuy,
A little liquor on my lips,
I let him climb inside my body,
And held him captive in my kiss.

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