Author: w***a
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Review: Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da They say I'm too young to love 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 churnin' out novels like Beat poetry on Amphetamines I say I say Well, my boyfriend's in a band He plays guitar 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 Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da Pa-ta-da-da-da-da They say I'm too young to love you They say I'm too dumb to see They judge me like a picture book By the colors, like they forgot to read I think we're like fire and water I think we're like the wind and sea You're burnin' up, I'm coolin' down You're up, I'm down You're blind, I see But I'm free, ooh-ooh I'm free Well, my boyfriend's in a band
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