* I met Jasmine in Brooklyn, Ya Jasmine the saint
Just another girl from the wrong side Of a town full of shame.
And I’d bring her her medications,
And she’d give me what I need,
And I was never into sharing,
But damn that girl liked to please.
She’d been searching for such a long time, Just trying to find her place,
And you could tell that she hadn’t found it,
Just by looking at her face.
Oh oooh Jasmine, Ya Jasmine the saint,
You ran away as a young girl, And found yourself along the way.
Woah ho Jasmine, Ya Jasmine from Brooklyn
Well I’ve been driving down thus old road,
And I’ve been thinking about my past,
And all I have left to tell you,
Is damn time goes so fast.
