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