Songtexte: Stephen Fretwell. New York.

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,
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 dont 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 dont matter.
We're going to New York.v