Stephen Fretwell
Stephen Fretwell - New York lyrics
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"Please can we go away Get out of here Somehow today. For a place that I've heard on the radio Never sleeps. I'll get a job in a bar, You could be a waitress and serve cheap cigars To fat mustachy old men in suits, you'll look cute. Fuck what they say Fuck it if they talk It really dont matter. We're going to New York. Oh, hold on to me. I'm gonna get you out I'm gonna set you free. To a place that I've heard on the radio. Never sleeps. I'll get a job in a bar, You could be a waitress and serve cheap cigars To fat mustachio men in suits, you'll look cute. Fuck what they say Fuck it if they talk It really dont matter. We're going to New York."