' down Like dancin' on the Brooklynbridge. By perfect candlelight. That's how you make me feel. Every time you say you're mine It seems like just yesterday. That I didn't even know your name. And now
Like the folks you meet on. Like to plant my feet on the BrooklynBridge. What a lovely view from. Heaven looks at you from the BrooklynBridge. . I love to listen to the wind through her
Like the folks you meet on. Like to plant my feet on the BrooklynBridge. What a lovely view from. Heaven looks at you from the BrooklynBridge. . I love to listen to the wind through her
