Brownstone Songtext
von Prima Queen

A psychic told me that I would fall in love
With a guy who looks like you
She told me I would be twenty three
And he′d be six foot two

I bought a ticket to the city
Like throwing pennies at the lottery
I don't read the fortunes in the cookies
But there you are, right there, staring at me

I don′t believe in the American dream
I don't believe in most anything
But maybe this time


You're the kind of guy girls fantasize about while
They′re waiting for the train, how they′ll
Settle down in a brownstone in Brooklyn
Buy a beagle, maybe have some children

I want to ride all through this town
On the handlebars of your bike
No we don't have to get married
But let′s combine our record collections tonight

I don't believe in the American dream
I don′t believe in most anything
But maybe this time

I thought that love was a lie that they sold us
A disappointing illusion you just can't trust
And I find it so surprising that I actually like you quite a lot

I don′t believe in the American dream
I don't believe in most anything
But maybe this time