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22 Stops I love my baby, Lord knows I do Though she lives out on Ocean Avenue I try to see her every Saturday But she lives 22 subway stops away.
I love her though she is far out Over in Brooklyn on a local route She’s my baby I’m in love with her O I wish she lived here in my borough.
But she’s 22 local stops away She’s 22 local stops away I sit on the train looking at the signs As it comes to a stop 22 times.
Pardon me for being so vocal But she’s 22 stops away on the local Ask the firemen, ask the cops But 22 is a whole lot of stops.
Today is the day I call up Renée And tell her, Baby, I got something to say It’s all over, we’re done, we’re through I can do 21 but not 22.
I hate the crowds I am annoyed By ads about eczema and hemorrhoids So I’m looking for a brand-new lover Who lives on my street or one block over.
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