Brooklyn - Cosmic Baby

They say I’m too young to love you

I don’t know what I need

They think I don’t understand

The freedom land of the Seventies

They think I’m too cool to know you

You say I’m like the ice I freeze

I’m churning out novels like

Beat poetry on amphetamines

I say

I say

Well my boyfriend’s in a band

He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed

I’ve got feathers in my head

I get down to beat poetry

And my jazz collection’s rad

I can play almost anything

I’m a Brooklyn baby,

I’m a Brooklyn baby