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letra de stoop song - marcellus hall

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i am sitting on a stoop at a brooklyn [?] brownstone
along came a blue and yellow polka-dot kimono
i can hear in the distance the sound of a saxophone
oh no, i’m wrong, it could have been an oboe

she had a red knit hat and a birthday in the spring
i took her hand, i tried to tell her everything

she said i was not real
i thought i could steal
home plate
or just get on base
i was in love with her face

i put some watercolor paint on some watercolor paper
i cleaned off my boots on a brooklyn boot scr-per
she learned some gеrman, but she didn’t know how to use it
she got anothеr beer, i turned up the music
yeah

i am sitting in a booth in the middle of the afternoon
several years later, sipping soup from a plastic spoon
and a girl with an earring missing passing the no parking zone
didn’t see me sitting there, and i was looking at my phone

behind the headboard of my bed in my [?]
an earring lies forgotten in the dust along the wall
she said i was not real
i thought i could steal
home plate
or just get on base
i was in love with her face

(ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh….)
(ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh….)
(ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh….)

- marcellus hall

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