Brooklyn Kind of Love

"Can I have your autograph?" That's the line that made you laugh My little Anne Hathaway Sipping your latte at brunch Private school in Connecticut Taught you coffee shop etiquette My devilish grin and good manners Pack quite a punch I hear there's a bar that's brand new With a great east river view And after a whisky or a few It's back to mine for season two Of a show you've never seen I'll explain plot points in between kisses Cause this is a Brooklyn kind of love My roommate thinks you're heaven sent Especially now that we split the rent Life's been never sweeter Then this two-seater financial ride I dream of children with our face A doorman and a parking space Together we can make it Take it straight to the Upper West Side Manhattan's a land of kings And queens with wedding rings One day we'll afford the finer things Till then let's wait here in the wings Drinking in the Hudson sun Embracing the odds of a million-to-one near misses Cause this is a Brooklyn kind of love I knew you were different Right from the start You saw through my bow tie And into my heart Like the Chrysler shining at night You're a star, you're a star With you and this city I need nothing at all My life is a movie You're my Annie Hall I'm loving where we are Where we are you're a star So can I have your autograph? Let's go to that bar for you and me Where the skyline's easy to see We'll dance till dawn beneath the apple marquee Then back to ours for season 3 Of that show we've both seen The story of a king and queen The once Mister and Misses Like this is a Brooklyn Like this is a Brooklyn Like this is a Brooklyn kind of love