Brooklyn Bridge tonight On the Brooklyn Bridge tonight A thousand thoughts run through my mind as I watch the city lights My love is gone I'm all alone on the Brooklyn Bridge
Times Square on New Year's Eve And no one is around Like lookin' up on a summer's day And seein' snowflakes fallin' down Like dancin' on the Brooklyn bridge
Blessed is the rain that falls on me As far as that girl can see The earth that I walk upon is heavenly Blessed is the love I bring to her And knowing
IN THE HOURS BEFORE THE MORNING, Walking home I pass her doorAnd I send a special prayerUp to the room on the second floorFor my mind is in there with
Girl, I heard you're getting married Heard you're getting married, this time you're really sure And this is the end, they say you really mean it This
Like the folks you meet on Like to plant my feet on the Brooklyn bridge What a lovely view from Heaven looks at you from the Brooklyn bridge I love to
Manhattan, du soleil et du bleu. Comme une eternite qui plane Central Park a nous deux. Qu'importe, ton echarpe que le vent emporte. [Brooklyn Bridge
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dansons sur le toit. Du 218 a Dam street. Moi Robert, toi Lisa. Qu'importe, News York, News York si ta voix porte. Sur le Pont de Brooklyn, ma Petite
love when dinner time was all you had to know. Whenever I think of yesterday, I close my eyes and see, That place Just Over The Brooklyn Bridge That will
Square on New Year's Eve And no one is around Like lookin up on a summer's day And seein' snowflakes fallin' down Like danicin' on the Brooklyn bridge
But let me tell you the reasons why [Chorus: MC Mitchski and samples] (Brooklyn).. blew up, "The Bridge!" "South Bronx".. helped us out (Brooklyn).. blew up, "The Bridge
we walk The way that we talk, cocky the state of New York Hot now, top down at the Rucker game New coupe, no roof, playa what's my name? Now Brooklyn,
, ladies work so hard Such a melting pot, on the corner selling rock, preachers pray to God Hail a gypsy cab, takes me down from Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge