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 a name, along came a train
Next stop, Brooklyn
Ooh, now I'm looking
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
On the street, kicking rocks, circling the same block
Green pointer, flat bush, checking every corner
Shopping, tapping people's shoulders, asking if they know her
Every day's the same, it's back to the train
Ooh, next stop, Brooklyn
Ooh, I'm still looking
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
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, I wonder will we ever meet again
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, I wonder will we ever meet again
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah, I wonder if we'll ever meet again
Oh, oh, oh, I hope we do, somewhere in Brooklyn