Boston

She comes from Boston Works at the jewelry store Down in the harbor Where the ferries come to shore She never really knew How good it would feel To finally find herself In a place so warm and real She wears a Red Sox cap To hide her baby dreads The girl she was in New England Is different now and dead In all the local bars She flirts and tells the boys While they're talkin' She's from Boston She comes from Boston Talks to her family now and then Through e-mails and postcards She tries to explain to them That education and occupation Will have to wait for now She loves the Rasta, reggae rhythms Her dreams have changed somehow She wears a Red Sox cap To hide her baby dreads The girl she was in New England Is different now and dead In all the local bars She flirts and tells the boys While they're talkin' She's from Boston Her toes dig deep And deeper in the sand She's seduced by the sunsets And her new life at hand She wears a Red Sox cap To hide her baby dreads The girl she was in New England Is different now and dead In all the local bars She flirts and tells the boys While they're talkin' She's from Boston She wears a Red Sox cap To hide her baby dreads From Boston She came to this island from Boston