Brooklyn (Acoustic) Lyrics

Cigarette smoke
She's always high on a oregano (hell you)
Subway go (let's go)
To nowhere, she don't care
As long as we goPolaroid queen
For the last few nights you dominated my dreams
Dirty red jeans (eh ehe)
You couldn't keep them on
when we were 18And now we're somewhere in the field
Staring at the stars (oh oh oh x2)
Then she looks over at me and
Says let's steal a car, and go (oh oh oho)
to Brooklyn! (hey! woh. x5 hey! Brooklyn!)Now I'm on the road
Lights flashing, she been blasting
The radio (the radio-o)
Taking it slow - nah
Fuck that, she's all about the vertigo (she's about the vertigo-mo x2)My polaroid queen,
Caught stealing nachos from the vending machine

Now she's making a scene
Can of whip cream (hey hey)
In her birthday suit you're dressing up for me
The American dreamAnd now we're somewhere in the field
Staring at the stars (oh oh oh x2)
Then she looks over at me
Says let's hit the bar and go (oh oh oh)
to Brooklyn! (hey! woh. x4 hey! Brooklyn!If you don't know (Say what I don't know)
Heads down this chick is the baddest bitch I know,
woah oh
Look at her go (with a Brooklyn arse)
Follow her flow, she's the baddest bitch I know
woah oh (she's the bad, the baddest bitchMy polaroid queen
For the last few nights you dominated my dreams (yeah man)
Dirty red jeans
You couldn't keep them on
When. We. Were. 18.And now I'm somewhere in the street
Drunk outside the bar (oh oh oh)
Then she, sober as can be,
Stole my fucking car
Damn! (Damn!)Woah oh o Woah oh o woah oh o x3
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