Brooklyn from Neva Dinova by Neva Dinova

It’s a song I wrote for no one
And no one’s’s gonna hear, ‘cause I’d sooner die than sing it
There ain’t nobody here.
Followed her from Brooklyn, from Brooklyn’s where she ran,
Breaking hearts, stealing cars, and smoking cigarettes.
Well she’s pretty and she’s skinny and she hasn’t got a clue
That I’d be staring at her coffee as the cup begins to cool.
Seen her on the subway, first time I ever did so I
Followed her down the street to her apartment
And I sat there until morning, just a staring at the door.
The air is cool but visions of her hair will keep me warm.
When she left I snuck across and stuck a note inside her box
It read, “My dear, you are so lovely, and I’d really love to talk.”
When she got home, then she read and said,
“My god, what do you mean?”
I don’t know, I just go where my heart leads me.
Where my heart leads me.
Well I should have known something when she called the police,
And I should have known something when she asked me to leave
But a man just can’t give up on a girl he wants to keep.
Where my heart leads me.
Where my heart leads me.
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• Alternative
• Rock
• indie
• neva dinova
• omaha
• saddle creek
• Omaha