Correction Lyrics BROOKLYN STATE OF MIND by BOYS LIKE GIRLS

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All the crosses on the highway
Make a runway in the street
And just like any given Tuesday, pull up at the valet
Take me to my seat
I was born inside a black car
A little bag under my coat
I'm counting paper in the backyard throw it off the deep end
To see if it will float
Oh cause I want it all, oh oh oh yeah

Closing time
But the night is still brand new
Ain't no stopping me now
One sip, tie up my laces
Got all the right friends in all the wrong places
And my state of mind, could it be easier on you if I wasn't around?
One hit, I'm off to the races
Got all the right friends in all the wrong places

Talking money in the men's room
Pockets lined with gasoline
Leather jackets like a costume
Soaked in sweat and perfume
But isn't that the dream
Tried to take me back to Brooklyn
Hit the petal, cross the bridge
I think tonight should be a good one
You're one hell of a women for one son of a bitch

Oh cause you know I want it all, oh oh oh
I fucking want it all, oh oh oh yeah

Oh cause I want it all, oh oh oh
I fucking want it all, oh oh oh

It's closing time
But the night is still brand new
Ain't no stopping me now
One sip, tie up my laces
Got all the right friends in all the wrong places
And my state of mind, could it be easier on you if I wasn't around?
One hit, I'm off to the races
Got all the right friends in all the wrong places
All the right friends in all the wrong places, to you
All the right friends in all the wrong places, I do

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