| She spins the wheel of fortune on the boardwalk
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| Where lovers draw their secrets in the sand
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| Those Coney Island boys in satin jackets
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| Choose up among themselves
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| To see who get a chance at those
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| Brooklyn girls — they like to talk tough
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| Brooklyn girls — they shine in the rough
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| Brooklyn girls — Hold on, I’m coming for you
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| She dreams about the lights across the river
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| Dances in the dark while the radio plays
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| She knows that someone out there must be waiting
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| To take her in his arm and steal her heart away, oh
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| Brooklyn girls — they like to talk tough
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| Brooklyn girls — they shine in the rough
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| Brooklyn girls — Hold on, I’m coming for you
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| So much love
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| Lost in a crowd
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| Take a look around
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| She’s just waiting to be found |