Sunburn

First I take my finger

And put it on your skin

Makes a little white mark

And then it turns to red again

So if you're lazy on a Sunday

And you got nothin' to do

And you want to get a sunburn

Come on up to the roof

I think your nose is peelin'

The sun is hot and clear

The city's fairly steamin'

I can taste your skin from here

So if you're lazy on a Sunday

Any Tuesday'll do

And you want to get a Sunburn

Come on up to the roof

See, I was up here yesterday

Saw some pigeons on a power line

Looked like notes upon a music paper

I wrote it down

I guess Manhattan

Gets the last line

Sounds like