It Won't Be Long Now

The elevated train by my window doesnt phase me anymore.
The ratling screams dont disrupt my dreams,
its a lullaby in its way.
The elevated train drives everyone insane
but i dont mind oh no.
When i bring back boys they can tolerate the noise,
and thats okay, cuz i never let them stay.
And one day, im hoppin' that elevated train and im ridin' away!
yeahh!
It wont be long now!
The boys around the way,
holler at me when im walking down the street.
Their machismo pride doesnt break my stride,
its a compliment so they say.
The boys around the way holler at me everyday
but i dont mind, oh no
If im in the mood, it will not be with some dude,
who is whistling cuz he has nothing to say…
or whos honking at me from is Chevrolet!
and one day im hoppin' in a limousine
and im riding away!
yeahh!
It wont be long now!
«Ay Usnavi, help, SOS!
«Good Morning, vanessa,
if it isnt the loveliest girl in the place!»
«You've got some shmutz on your face.»
Good mornin!
good mornin!
vanessa.
vanessa
vanessa!
VANESSA! im thirsty, cono!
«can i get a pepsi and some packing tape?»
uh, my cousin over there with his tongue hanging out
has been meaning to ask you…
«Yes?»
«What would a lady such as yourself might be doing tonight?»
«does your cousin dance?»
«like a drunk chita rivera»
«okay. after Ninas dinner, we can hit a few clubs and check out the fireworks…
Oh snap!
whos that?
Don’t touch me, I’m too hot! Yes!
Que paso?
Here I go!
So dope!
Y tu lo sabes!
No pare
«sigue, sigue»
«freaky, freaky»
What a way to begin the weekend
Sonny, anything you want is free, man!
And my dearly beloved
Dominican Republic
I haven’t forgotten you
Gonna see this honey
Make a little money
An one day I’ll hop Jet
«Blue»
But until that fateful day I’m grateful
I got a destination
I’m runnin to make it home
And home’s what Vanessa’s runnin away from!
I’m running to make it home
And home’s what Vanessa’s runnin away from…
The neighborhood salon is the place I am working for the moment
As I cut their hair, ladies talk and share-
Every day, who’s doing who and why
The neighborhood salon doesn’t pay me what I wanna be making, but I don’t mind
As I sweep the curb I can hear those turbo engines blazing a trail through the
sky
I look up and think about the years gone by
But one day I’m walking to JFK and I’m gonna fly!
It won’t be long now
Any day.
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