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You came you saw and you conquered on a Berlin afternoon
And I was feeling kinda peachy raising cathedrals in my room
Feelin' kinda peachy in the abstract of your light
You left a chocolate of farewell after some American ball game
Said your European extraction was the reason why you were still vain
Lingered on the lips of ladies with your long curtained hair fall
Left your pubic hair grinning on my East Berlin shower wall
Don't mess with a Brooklyn boy in Berlin if you've got any sense
Don't mess with a Brooklyn Boy in Berlin
While you're on your European fence
A Buffalo boy in Berlin was a scepter to his Aphrodite
To manage his own denigrating priesthood
He went ahead and fought with his wife
Came to my place seeking salvation in my own civil rights
Came to my place playing a theatrical sexual suicide
Don't mess with a Buffalo boy in Berlin if you want any sense
Don't mess with a Buffalo boy in Berlin while you're still on the fence
Don't mess with a Brooklyn Boy in Berlin if you can't see it clear at all
You tumble - you stumble - your world-wide rumble
I manhandled a staunch Manhattanite in compact Amsterdam
I busted my art on a Eurofied boy plucked from Arizona's hand
Marched armies for an Estonian with a cool, cruel inner streak
Cried torrents for redemption of a single bed for these tired feet
Don't mess with a Brooklyn boy in Berlin if you got any sense
Don't mess with a Brooklyn boy in Berlin while you're still on the fence
Don't mess with a Brooklyn boy in Berlin if you can't take it all
Don't mess with a Brooklyn boy in Berlin if you don't want your wall to fall
You came to me and said your full name on a New York Tuesday night
And I was feeling kinda peachy letting all the red wine take its flight
You kissed me on the cheek at my disdain for the politics of your land
Later on you kissed me like I was a new and unexplored land
My God and …
I messed with a Brooklyn boy in Brooklyn and it felt so fine
I messed with a Brooklyn Boy in Brooklyn and I had a great time
I messed with a Brooklyn boy in Brooklyn and I laughed like I should
And if you tell me that there's more to follow
(Repeat chorus)
So come on tell me that there's more tomorrow
But I'm still a foreign girl in a foreign land and that's to be understood…
© Trystette & THL
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