My Sid Vicious in a military jacket

He is doin' drugs right here in front of everyone

When he puts his arm around me, tells me I'm so pretty

Makes me wet and we just met but I think I'm in love

He's a rebel, tastes like heaven and tequila

He's upset that no one's dancin', that's New York for ya

When he says he's leavin' in the morning I play cool

But I cannot stop thinkin' 'bout him, what is wrong with us?

But you are probably used to this

This shit happens all the time

Three AM the lights come on

And damn my heart is breaking

All the moments never long enough

I hope it's not the vodka when

You say I'm on your mind

'Cause New York City hurts for you tonight

I'm gonna ride it out, ohh

Here it comes, the feelin' hits me hard like chronic

I make coffee, do the dishes, stayin' busy

But I don't sleep, I think about you and your tattoos

And I'm tryin' to convince myself you miss me

But you are probably used to this

This shit happens all the time

Three AM the lights come on

And damn my heart is breaking

All the moments never long enough

I hope it's not the vodka when

You say I'm on your mind

'Cause New York City hurts for you tonight

And I'm gonna ride it out, oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, I'm gonna ride it out