New York 歌词

Mm, mm, mm Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm, mm Please can we go away Get out of here somehow today To a place I've heard on the radio never sleeps I'll get a job in a bar You could be a waitress And serve cheap cigars To fat mustachioed men in suits You'll look cute Fuck what they say Fuck it if they talk It really doesn't matter We're going to New York Oh, hold on to me I'm gonna get you out, I'm gonna set you free To a place I've heard on the radio never sleeps I'll get a job in a bar You could be a waitress And sеrve cheap cigars To fat mustachioed mеn in suits You'll look cute Fuck what they say Fuck it if they talk It really don't matter We're going to New York Going to New York Going to New York (ooh-ooh, ooh)