In the City (Good Shoes)

The Story started and it ended so quick Like jack and gill but with heroin Disco lights and a glint in the eye of Dancing girls at the Candybox night Queuing up for something under priced Working weekends just to pay for drugs This little story keeps repeating itself Reading fashion mags to look at the girls In the city, in the city tonight You live by the sword but you die by the knife I want it all; I want it all for me These things in life they just don't come for free Converse boots and a look on her face That says if you've got the money then I'm yours tonight