Lyrics BROOKLYN STATE OF MIND - Boys Like Girls

All the crosses on the highway
Make a runway in the street
And just like any given Tuesday
Pull up at the valet, "Take me to my seat"

I was born inside a black car
A little bag under my coat
We're counting paper in the backyard
Throw it off the deep end to see if it'll float

Oh, 'cause I want it all, oh, oh, oh yeah

Closing time
But the night is still brand new, ain't no stopping me now
One sip, tie up my laces
Got all the right friends in all the wrong places
In my state of mind
It'd be easier on you if I wasn't around
One hit, off to the races
Got all the right friends in all the wrong places, ah-ooh

Talking money in the men's room
Pockets lined with gasoline
Leather jackets like a costume
Soaked in sweat and perfume, but isn't that the dream?

Driver, take me back to Brooklyn
Hit the pedal, cross the bridge
I think tonight should be a good one
You're one hell of a woman for one son of a bitch

Oh, 'cause you know I want it all, oh, oh
I fucking want it all, oh, oh, oh yeah

Closing time
But the night is still brand new, ain't no stopping me now
One sip, tie up my laces
Got all the right friends in all the wrong places
In my state of mind
It'd be easier on you if I wasn't around
One hit, off to the races
Got all the right friends in all the wrong places, ah-ooh

'Cause you know I want it all, oh, oh
I fucking want it all, oh, oh, oh

It's closing time
But the night is still brand new, ain't no stopping me now
One sip, tie up my laces
Got all the right friends in all the wrong places
In my state of mind
Well, it'd be easier on you if I wasn't around
One hit, I'm off to the races
Got all the right friends in all the wrong places, ah-ooh

All the right friends in all the wrong places, do you?
Whoa, all the right friends in all the wrong places, I do