New York Lyrics - Singles - Stephen Fretwell

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 

And you could be a waitress and serve cheap cigars 

To fat mustachio men in suits 

You'll look cute 

Fuck what they say 

And fuck 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 

Fuck what they say 

Fuck it if they talk 

It really don't matter 

We're going to New York