Brooklyn is a sultry, “singer-in-a-smoky-bar” groove that builds in a constant climb to the top of a sonic mountain. A subtle longing that reaches a fever-pitch that comes out with force in an enormous vocal performance.
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You’re a singer in a band in Brooklyn
And I’m working two jobs trying to pay my bills
You call and say you’re back in town
And am I looking for a cheap thrill
So I say, what the hell?
I’ve had worse ideas and you might be one
Never thought this was serious
Just looking for a bit of fun
But you got me wanting you
Talking about what you would do
Boy you got me blinded
I want to know
How to get next to you
Just tell me how
How to get next to you
Weeks pass in the blink of an eye
And you’re still blowing up my phone
Saying how you need me there
And you hate sleeping all alone
Then one day you flipped the script
Saying “it’s too much” and you got to leave
Never thought this was serious
But I’m not sure what to believe
Still you try to hold me close
Saying “baby just let go”
Boy you got me messed up
I want to know
How to get next to you
Just tell me how
How to get next to you
Oh yeah
I want to know
How to get next to you
Just tell me how
How to get next to you
