She said I think I love you, wasn't talking to me
Her eyes were on the skyline as she reached for my key
She said I'm going to the city, I don't want to return
Until this place is a metropolis with money to burn
She loves the...
She loves the...
She loves the...
She loves the city
This is the scene, ya it's the city of piece
But the only thing worth keeping you can find on the streets
The neighbors are complaining about the decibel range
The only thing worth keeping here are keeping in strange