She's the sweetest thing from down in Brooklyn,
Took my soul on a train ride,
Back to Upper West Side;
Her hair was like the Hudson Bay
Running off with my soul downstream,
Taking it back away -
She's like roses,
Daisies;
Perched upon Times Square;
Swaying in the November air
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 6:34 AM UTC
She's the sweetest thing from down in Brooklyn,
Took my soul on a train ride,
Back to Upper West Side;
Her hair was like the Hudson Bay
Running off with my soul downstream,
Taking it back away -
She's like roses,
Daisies;
Perched upon Times Square;
Swaying in the November air
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