City Woman

You've got IPA and cigarettes lingerin' on your breath

And me, I like an overpriced ice coffee

You've got wrangler jeans and ridin' boots

And I prefer Nike-y shoes

We're opposites, but you insist you want me

You dream of suburbs, I dream of skylines

You've got your backyard, and I've got my high rise

I wanna believe that I'm the great love of your life

Wanna believe you'll kiss me under Downtown lights

But I know you cowboy, you were always meant to ride

So I wanna make this work, I mean who wouldn't?

But a country man can't love a city woman, a city woman

And I love the way you look at life

The way you call your dad each night

You're perfect for a million different people

And you played the songs your mama liked

And now Glen Campbell makes me cry

Well baby, in a haystack you're the needle, mm

But you dream of suburbs, I dream of skylines

And I wouldn't change a boy who's someone's dream guy

I wanna believe that I'm the great love of your life

Wanna believe you'll kiss me under Downtown lights

But I know you cowboy, you were always meant to ride

So I wanna make this work, I mean who wouldn't?

But a country man can't love a city woman, a city woman

So go on wearin' ridin' boots, and I'll keep wearin' Nike-y shoes

I love you, but I'm never leavin' Brooklyn

'Cause I'm a city woman, mm-mm