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

Little Ms. 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

Next stop Brooklyn
Now I'm lookin'

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

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

Next stop Brooklyn
I'm still lookin'

She was covered in leather and gold
21 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

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 meet again
I hope we do somewhere in Brooklyn