Hamptons City Cowboy

I see you in a red light, tiny dancer Through the smog, your soft uptown ballet I get so deep inside my thoughts, you pull me out of them How you drop in, treat our nights like a valet You're just my downtown honey Wall Street money Hotel lobby Champagne hobby This speakeasy Our band playing Mod club baby Might be what I'm living for Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oxford shirt, he moonlights in his denims Just a Hampton City cowboy doing his thing And in my sleep, he's asking me all the right questions I turn on my side, say it's a fling You're just my downtown honey Wall Street money Hotel lobby Champagne hobby This speak easy Our band playing Mod club baby Might be what I'm living for Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah