Lyrics Woodward, Lucy

Woodward, Lucy

Geographical cure

You can take me out to a club downtown

Where the DJ's spinnin' the latest sound

Buy me somethin' ridic-o-lous

And order me a mocha cappu-frivolous

But I need something pure

Like a warm and sunny geographical cure

Well Times Square ain't what it used to be

Brooklyn's gotten so damn trendy

I grew up in the boogie-down Bronx, so what?

And mayor Bloomberg's kickin' my butt

Subway's tracks I can't endure

I need a warm and sunny geographical cure

So take me down to the southern hemisphere

Where things don't run so well like they do here

You can show up late but still be on time

Live your life but not lose your mind

It's all a blur in my geographical cure

You can take me to the MoMA on a Saturday

But all these tourists are gettin' in my way

The hustle and the bustle once were my friends

But now I turn my iPod up to 10

Oh things and like they were

I need a warm and sunny geographical cure

So take me down to the southern hemisphere

Where things don't run so well like they do here

You can show up late but still be on time

Live your life but not lose your mind

It's all a blur in my geographical cure

Well things ain't like they were

I need a warm and sunny geographical cure