She swore that she would be,
Anything but what she was,
A hardcore biker mama,
After the highest buzz.
Out ’til all hours of the night,
Always raising hell,
Then she changed her name to Jezo Black,
(Short for Jezebel).
And swore her tattoos and her travels,
Her life experience,
Would serve to separate her from,
The girl that she was then.
So they took the girl out of Brooklyn,
To live a life of sin,
Only what would happen,
When she decided to come back in?
Which is exactly what did occur,
When with her new, cool, city friends,
She decided to see a concert,
Located where the D train ends.
Though she tried to hide under tables,
And avoid the stare,
Of a girl who’s conversation started,
“Hey, I know you from somewhere!”
And despite the mystique she laid out,
To me, she was from then on known,
As a plain, little girl from Brooklyn,
By the name of Laurie Cohen.