Neva Dinova - Brooklyn

it's a song i wrote for no one
and no one's gonna hear, 'cause i'd sooner die than sing
it there aint nobody here.
followed her from brooklyn, from brooklyn where she ran.
breading 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 dool.
seen her on the subway, first tme 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 wilkeep me warm.
when she left i snuck across and stuck a note insider 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 jsut go, where my
heart leads me. where my heart leads me.
well i should have known something when she
called the police
well i should have known somehting shen 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.