[Verse 1]
They say I'm too young to upendo you
I don't know what I need
They think I don't understand
The freedom land of the seventies
I think I'm too cool to know ya
You say I'm like the ice I freeze
I'm churning out novels like
Beat poetry on Amphetamines
I say
I say
[Chorus]
Well, my boyfriend's in the band
He plays guitar, gitaa while I sing Lou Reed
I've got feathers in my hair
I get down to Beat poetry
And my jazz collection's rare
I can play most anything
I'm a Brooklyn baby
I'm a Brooklyn baby
[Verse 2]
They say I'm too young to upendo you
You say I'm too dumb to see
They judge me like a picture book
By the colors,...
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