She was covered in leather and gold
21 years old
I lost her in the cold
Its unfair, she's out there
Little miss perfect sitting at the trainstop
Red nike hightops, listening to hip hop
While we were waiting started conversating
Before I got her name, along came a train
On the street kicking rocks
Circling the same block
Green point or flatbush
Checking every cornershop
tappin' people on the shoulders, asking if they know her
Everyday's the same, it's back to the train
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