Brooklyn

IPGod bless america
Last night the girls were wild, I’m a
slack-jacwed sophisticate
Not much to look at but that’s alright. But I
don’t know why; don’t know how it feels
You tell me that you’re star struck; I
don’t know why, don’t know why
And I’m trying to keep the fire alight
but need to keep the damage down
have to make this right
And you can be our oxygen
'cause I need you now
so maybe I could breathe you in?
You can make this right
Goodnight and fareweel friend
we haven’t dropped but the noose keeps tightening
So much for alibis
we stand together still so incriminated, I
don’t know why; don’t know how it feels
You’re dirty but you cleanse the eye
don’t know why; don’t know why
And I’m trying to keep the fire alight
but need to keep the damage down
have to make this right
And you can be our oxygen
'cause I need you now
so maybe I could breathe you in?
You can make this right
London your streets won’t love me like this, they don’t love me like this,
they won’t love me, love me
London your streets don’t love me like this, they won’t love me like this
London your streets won’t love me like this, they don’t love me like this,
they won’t love me, love me
London your streets don’t love me like this, they won’t love me like this
And I’m trying to keep the fire alight
but need to keep the damage down
have to make this right
And you can be our oxygen
'cause I need you now
so maybe I could breathe you in?
You can make this right
God bless America