Stephen Fretwell - New York lyrics

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 And you can be a waitress And serve cheap cigars To fat mustachioed men in suits You'll look cute And f** what they say And f** it if they talk It really don'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 And you could be a waitress And serve cheap cigars To fat mustachioed men in suits You'll look cute And f** what they say And f** it if they talk It really don't matter We're going to New York