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It's a song I wrote for no one and no one's gonna hear Cause I'd sooner die than sing it, there ain't nobody here Followed her from Brooklyn, from Brooklyn where she ran Breaking hearts, stealing cars, and smoking cigarettes Well, she's pretty and she's skinny and she hasn't got a clue That I'd be staring at her coffee as the cup begins to cool Seen her on the subway, first time I ever did So I followed her down the street to her apartment And I sat there until morning just a staring at the door The air is cool but visions of her hair will keep me warm Her hair will keep me warm When she left I snuck across and stuck a note inside her box It read "my dear, you are so lovely and I'd really love to talk" When she got home then she read and said "my god, what do you mean?" I don't know, I just go where my heart leads me Where my heart leads me Ooh, where my heart leads me Well, I should'a known something when she called the police And I should'a known something when she asked me to leave But a man just can't give up on the girl he wants to keep Where my heart leads me Ooh, where my heart leads me From Letras Mania