Oh Girl

When I get back to Brooklyn I'm looking for you girl
I'm finding that apartment where I left you
You've been on my mind for a real long time
Oh girl

When I land in Chicago I'm coming right for you
We can just pick up things where we left them
Say honey we were fun why'd I have to run
Oh girl

It was cold in New Orleans she fed me pills she said I'd need
That shotgun shack she squatted in down by the water
Still boils in my mind those memories I find
Oh girl

I met a girl in Mexico her name I do not know
But seven years and I still think about her
So often I will go back to Mexico
Oh to see my girl



Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Mcneill
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