New York — текст песни (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,
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.