Way on the other side of the Hudson
Deep in the bosom of suburbia
I met a young girl
She sang mighty fine
Tears on my pillow
and Ave Maria
Standin' by the waterfall at Paramus park
She was workin' for the friends of BAI
She was collectin' quarters in a paper cup
She was lookin' for change
And so was I
She was a jewish girl
I fell in love with her
She wrote her number on the back of my hand
I called her up I was all outta breath
I said
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Way on the other side of the Hudson
Deep in the bosom of suburbia
I met a young girl
She sang mighty fine
Tears on my pillow
and Ave Maria
Standin' by the waterfall at Paramus park
She was workin' for the friends of BAI
She was collectin' quarters in a paper cup
She was lookin' for change
And so was I
She was a jewish girl
I fell in love with her
She wrote her number on the back of my hand
I called her up I was all outta breath
I said
Deep in the bosom of suburbia
I met a young girl
She sang mighty fine
Tears on my pillow
and Ave Maria
Standin' by the waterfall at Paramus park
She was workin' for the friends of BAI
She was collectin' quarters in a paper cup
She was lookin' for change
And so was I
She was a jewish girl
I fell in love with her
She wrote her number on the back of my hand
I called her up I was all outta breath
I said
Writer: GAVIN FRIDAY, MORRIS ROYCROFT
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Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION