New York, I Love You

New York, I love you, but you're bringing me down

And these Long Island girls leave a bad taste in my mouth

I can't help but be alone

On this island it's so hard to find a home

Til' I caught sight of a girl, it was a quarter to three

I wondered if she was as fucked up as me

She was a hiccup in the spectrum of my future to be

I never told her that I loved her 'fore she got up to leave

But if I could afford it, I'd take you, and fly us away

Spend twenty-seven hours on a private jet plane

We could land on an island like St. Tropez

And build our castles in the sand, oh that would be the day

New York, I love you, but you're bringing me down

And these girls with their high heels think they're queens of this town

Toying with the boys that buy them their drinks

While they're hoping that she'll be too fucked up to think

I don't want to be a part of this shallow scene

I think it's time to go home, it's a quarter past three

And I'm looking everywhere, I've got nowhere to go

She's the one that got away and now I cant find home

Girl, if I could afford it, I'd take you, and fly us away

Spend twenty-seven hours on a private jet plane

We could land on an island like St. Tropez

And build our castles in the sand, oh that would be the day

Oh if I could afford it, I'd take you, and fly us away

Spend twenty-seven hours on a private jet plane

We could land on an island like St. Tropez

And build our castles in the sand, oh that would be the day

New York, I love you, but you're bringing me down

These Long Island girls leave a bad taste in my mouth

I can't help but be alone

On this island it's so hard to find a home