Summer In the City

Summer in the city Means cleavage, cleavage, cleavage And I start to miss you Baby, sometimes I've been staying up and Drinking in the late night establishment Telling strangers Personal things Summer in the city I'm so lonely, lonely, lonely So I went To a protest Just to rub up Against strangers And I did feel like coming, but I also felt like crying It doesn't seem so Worth it right now And the castrated ones Stand in the corner, smoking They want to feel the bulges in their pants start to rise At the sight of a beautiful woman, they feel nothing but But anger, her skin makes them sick in the night Nauseous, nauseous, nauseous Summer in the city I'm so lonely, lonely, lonely I've been hallucinating you, babe At the backs of other women And I tap On their shoulder And they turn around, smiling, but There's no recognition in their eyes Ohhh, summer in the city Means cleavage, cleavage, cleavage And don't get me wrong, dear In general, I Think I'm doing quite Fine It's just, when it's summer in the city, and you're Long gone from the city I start to miss you Baby, sometimes When it's summer in the city And you're, you're so long gone from the city I start to miss you Baby, sometimes Oooohh I start to miss you Baby, sometimes Oooh, I Start to miss you Baby Sometimes