| They say I’m too young to love you
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| I don’t know what I need
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| They think I don’t understand
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| The freedom land of the seventies
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| I think I’m too cool to know ya
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| You say I’m like the ice I freeze
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| I’m churning out novels like
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| Beat poetry on Amphetamines
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| I say I say
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| Well, my boyfriend’s in the band
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| He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed
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| I’ve got feathers in my hair
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| I get down to Beat poetry
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| And my jazz collection’s rare
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| I can play most anything
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| I’m a Brooklyn baby
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| I’m a Brooklyn baby
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| They say I’m too young to love you
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| They say I’m too dumb to see
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| They judge me like a picture book
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| By the colors, like they forgot to read
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| I think we’re like fire and water
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| I think we’re like the wind and sea
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| You’re burning up, I’m cooling down
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| You’re up, I’m down
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| You’re blind, I see
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| But I’m free I’m free
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| Well, my boyfriend’s in the band
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| He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed
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| I’ve got feathers in my hair
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| I get down to Beat poetry
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| And my jazz collection’s rare
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| I can play most anything
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| I’m a Brooklyn baby
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| I’m a Brooklyn baby
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| I’m talking about my generation
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| Talking about that newer nation
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| And if you don’t like it
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| You can beat it
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| Beat it, baby
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| You never liked the way I said it
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| If you don’t get it, then forget it
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| So I don’t have to fucking explain it
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| And my boyfriend’s in the band
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| He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed
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| I’ve got feathers in my hair
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| I get high on hydroponic weed
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| And my jazz collection’s rare
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| I get down to beat poetry
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| I’m a Brooklyn baby
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| I’m a Brooklyn baby
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| Yeah my boyfriend’s pretty cool
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| But he’s not as cool as me
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| Cause I’m a Brooklyn baby
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| I’m a Brooklyn baby |