Ballad Lyrics - Singles - Dan Mills

Well he ripped a boge 

Right to the end 

And he said you listen good my cousin, Manhattan ain't got nothing on a good friend 

So when your fast cash goes 

And your bats won't bend 

He said you call me up my cousin, Manhattan ain't got nothing on a good friend 

And I thanked him for his great escape 

But I think I'm staying here 

'Cause there's bills to miss and there's plans to break 

And nobody ever would stay awake back home 

Well she wrote her name 

With a Mont Blanc pen 

She said you call me when you need me, Manhattan gets so rough without a good friend 

And the ones who break they don't know to bend 

So don't get too confident too quickly, Manhattan chews you up when you pretend 

And I thanked her for her sage advice 

But I'm doing okay here 

Because all these restaurants are overpriced 

They all stay open late at night 

And mistakes are nice, they make me feel at home 

Well I called my sister in the summer said I'm thinking about moving here 

She said do it now before you get a job and get married can't go nowhere 

But now I can't go nowhere because there's too many chances here 

I must admit I miss my friends but I'm staying here