Donald Fagen, Walter Becker - Brooklyn

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A race of angels
Bound with one another
A dish of dollars
Laid out for all to see
A tower room at Eden Rock
His golf at noon for free
Brooklyn owes the charmer
Under me His lady’s aching
To bring a body down
She daily preaches
On where she wants to be An evening with a movie queen
A face we all have seen
Brooklyn owes the charmer
Under me A case of aces
Done up loose for dealing
A piece of island cooling in the sea
The whole of time we gain or lose
And power enough to choose
Brooklyn owes the charmer
Under me