The elevated train by my window Doesn't faze me anymore The rattling screams don't disrupt my dreams It's a lullaby, in its way The elevated train drives everyone insane But I don't mind, oh no When I bring back boys they can't tolerate the noise And that's okay, 'cause I never let them stay And one day, I'm hoppin' that elevated train and I'm riding away! It won't be long now! The boys around the way holler at me when I'm walking down the street Their machismo pride doesn't break my stride— It's a compliment, so they say The boys around the way holler at me every day but I don't mind, oh no If I'm in the mood, it will not be with some dude Who is whistling 'cause he has nothing to say Or who's honking at me from his Chevrolet! And one day... I'm hoppin' in a limousine and I'm driving away! It won't be long now! Ay, Usnavi, help! SOS! 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 doin' 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 walkin' to JFK and I'm gonna fly! It won't be long now! Any day...

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