Songtext von New York Bars

In the New York bars Hangin' with the stars Bringin' this ol' cold But nobody knows, oh Will the let me in? Do I fit the trend? Will I make the grade Or will they hesitate? Whoa-oh-oh Well it's sad but true There's an attitude [?] Not worth talking to, oh It's a changing world Where love's not getting in So we must begin To write it down again I know this Your sweet kiss Will make it all go away (whoa-oh) Make it all go aw- Is the master plan Getting out of hand? Has it really gone To the head of man? Whoh How do you tell a child Society is wild? How to find the road To the meadow? I know this Will your sweet kiss Make it all go away (whoa-oh) Make it all go aw- Make it all go away Get a hold of yourself There's nobody else, no Get a, get a car And a credit card, oh Don't lose that number It's my identity So powers that be Can keep track of me I know this Will your sweet kiss Make it all go away Whoa-oh Make it all go away Make it all go aw- In the New York bars Hangin' with the stars [?]