New York (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