The cold December wind seems bent on rockin' New York City. The town that's got me down to my last dime. And everywhere I go, the people seem in such a hurry.
I don't need a whole lot of money. But I wouldn't turn a lottery down. I just need a little green in my pocket. So I can buy my buddies a round. All I want is a place to lay my head with the woman I love lyin' in my bed.
April's Fool. April doesn't shower her sweet love on me. What someone gets in one day may take me two or three. Yes, it's true, she leads me like a puppet on a string.
April doesn't shower her sweet love on me. What someone gets in one day may take me two or three. Yes it's true she leads me like a puppet on a string.