Stephen Fretwell

Stephen Fretwell - New York songtekst

Je score:
"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."
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