Lyrics Stephen Fretwell

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

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