Brooklyn

IPGod bless america Last night the girls were wild, I'm a Slack-jacwed sophisticate Not much to look at but that's alright. But I Don't know why; don't know how it feels You tell me that you're star struck; I Don't know why, don't know why And I'm trying to keep the fire alight But need to keep the damage down Have to make this right And you can be our oxygen 'Cause I need you now So maybe I could breathe you in? You can make this right Goodnight and fareweel friend We haven't dropped but the noose keeps tightening So much for alibis We stand together still so incriminated, I Don't know why; don't know how it feels You're dirty but you cleanse the eye Don't know why; don't know why And I'm trying to keep the fire alight But need to keep the damage down Have to make this right And you can be our oxygen 'Cause I need you now So maybe I could breathe you in? You can make this right London your streets won't love me like this, they don't love me like this, they won't love me, love me London your streets don't love me like this, they won't love me like this London your streets won't love me like this, they don't love me like this, they won't love me, love me London your streets don't love me like this, they won't love me like this And I'm trying to keep the fire alight But need to keep the damage down Have to make this right And you can be our oxygen 'Cause I need you now So maybe I could breathe you in? You can make this right God bless America