Brooklyn - Neva Dinova

It’s a song I wrote for no one and no one’s gonna hear

'Cause I’d sooner die than sing it

There ain’t nobody here

Followed her from brooklyn, from brooklyn where she ran

Breaking hearts, stealing cars, smoking cigarettes

Well she’s pretty and she’s skinny and she hasn’t got a clue

That I’d be staring at her coffee as the cup begins to cool

Seen her on the subway, first time i ever did

So I followed her down the street to her apartment

And I sat there until morning, just a staring at the door

The air is cool but visions of her hair will keep me warm

Her hair will keep me warm

When she left I snuck across and stuck a note inside her box

It read, «My dear you are so lovely and I’d really love to talk.»

Then she got home then she read it and said, «My god, what do you mean?»

I don’t know, I just go where my heart leads me

Where my heart leads me

Well I should have known something when she called the police

And I should have known something when she asked me to leave

But a man just can’t give up on a girl he wants to keep

Where my heart leads me

Where my heart leads me