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 mustachio men in suits, you'll look cute.
F*ck what they say
F*ck it if they talk
It really don't 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.
F*ck what they say
F*ck it if they talk
It really don't matter.
We're going to New York.v
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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 mustachio men in suits, you'll look cute.
F*ck what they say
F*ck it if they talk
It really don't 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.
F*ck what they say
F*ck it if they talk
It really don't matter.
We're going to New York.v
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 mustachio men in suits, you'll look cute.
F*ck what they say
F*ck it if they talk
It really don't 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.
F*ck what they say
F*ck it if they talk
It really don't matter.
We're going to New York.v
Writer: STEPHEN FRETWELL
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group