Well, my boyfriend’s in the 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 They say I’m too young to love you
You 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 burning up, I’m cooling down
You’re up, I’m down
You’re blind, I see
But I’m free…”
– “Brooklyn Baby” by Lana Del Ray