.Caught the green line down at Bleeker and Broad
And now it's dropping down the thirty below
I can't feel my toes but babby I'm on fire
We'll sleep in subways we'll spend time in cafes
These pretty girls and these Manhattan apartments
These New York police are all fuckin' lia.
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