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(c) 2008 words and music by brian hawkins
hey reema i dig your style
hey reema i dig your grace
hey reema come take a trip with me
up into outer space
hey reema don’t leave me hangin
hey reema don’t make me wait
hey reema come sit in grass with me today
and contemplate
how on a roof deck in mid-april
on a warm new jersey night
it’s like my life’s an old bruce springsteen song:
we’re stealing smooches between the lights
and on a roof deck in mid-april
in that warm hoboken eve
i’ve been crooning all these summer jams;
i’m frank sinatra in short sleeves
hey reema
hey reema girl of the ether
hey reema girl ‘cross the sea
hey reema hop on that conti-mental jet
why don’t you fly back to me
hey reema i got my wingman
by the name of keith the keys
we gonna burn this motha-freakin’ city down
hey reema pretty please
meet me on roof decks in mid april
on a warm new jersey night
it’s like my life’s an old bruce springsteen song
we’re stealing smooches between the lights
and on a roof deck in mid april
on that warm hoboken eve
i’ll be crooning all these summer jams;
i’m frank sinatra in short sleeves
hey reema
drums {ds}
bass {jd}
guitar {bh,kb}
leadguitar {dr}
vocal {jd,bh,kb}
synth {bh}
