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A race of angels bound with one together
A dish of dollars laid out for all to see
A tower room at Eden Roc, his golf at noon for free
Brooklyn owes the charmer under me
Brooklyn owes the charmer under me
My sentry trembles, he feels the end is coming
His face is scowling, inside he's on his knee
If looks and dreams could surely kill, he'd long be gone from here
Brooklyn owes the charmer under me
Brooklyn owes the charmer under me
His lady's aching to bring her body down
She daily preaches on where she wants to be
An evening wing, a movie queen, her face we all have seen
Brooklyn owes the charmer under me
Brooklyn owes the charmer under me
A case of aces done up loose for dealing
A piece of Ireland cooling in the sea
The whole of time we gain or lose, and power enough to choose
Brooklyn owes the charmer under me
Brooklyn owes the charmer under me
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