New York lyrics

by

Stephen Fretwell


[Verse 1]
Please can we go away
Get out of here somehow today
To a place I've heard on the radio never sleeps

[Chorus]
I'll get a job in a bar
And you can be a waitress
And serve cheap cigars
To fat mustachioed men in suits
You'll look cute
And f*ck what they say
And f*ck it if they talk
It really don't matter
We're going to New York

[Verse 2]
Oh hold on to me
I'm gonna get you out I'm gonna set you free
To a place I've heard on the radio never sleeps

[Chorus]
I'll get a job in a bar
And you could be a waitress
And serve cheap cigars
To fat mustachioed men in suits
You'll look cute
And f*ck what they say
And f*ck it if they talk
It really don't matter
We're going to New York

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