capo III R: She was covered in leather and gold Twenty one 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 1. 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 her name along came a train mezihra: (ohhhhh) next stop Brooklyn (ohhhhh) now I'm lookin' R: 2. On the street kickin rocks circling the same block Green farm flatbush checking every corner shop Tappin' people's shoulders askin’ if they know her Everyday's the same back to the train mezihra: R: Oh-oh-oh-oh I wonder if we'll ever meet again Oh-oh-oh-oh I wonder we we'll ever meet again Yeah I wonder if we'll ever meet again I hope we do, somewhere in Brooklyn