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Blame It On Manhattan
06:28
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Blame it on the lights
Blame it on the streets
Blame it on faulty subway lines
Blame the city that never sleeps
Blame it on the sounds
Blame it on the crowds
Blame it on strangers you'll never meet
Blame it on the town
Blame it on Manhattan
Blame it on the streets
Blame it on the building that climb,
the towers that try
to catch all our dreams
Blame it on Manhattan
or blame it,
blame it on me
Oh, it's a city of greed
You take what you want,
You get what you need
And with buildings so tall,
you forget you can fall,
you forget it's all
real
Blame it on the liquor
Blame it on the heat
Blame it on the softness of your sheets
Or blame it on me
Blame it on Manhattan
Blame it on the drinks
Blame it on the way that our eyes,
your hand on my thigh,
my mouth makes you weak
Blame it on Manhattan,
or blame it,
blame it on me.
Oh, it's a city of greed
You take what you want,
You get what you need
And with buildings so tall,
you forget you can fall,
you forget it's all
real
So blame it on Manhattan,
blame my stale appeal
Blame it on the things I am not,
the way I forgot
how it hurts to feel
Blame us, we let it happen
Blame it on Manhattan
Or blame it on me.
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Good Girl
03:15
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3. |
Ohio
03:28
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4. |
Nice
04:10
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5. |
Brooklyn
04:18
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Down again in Brooklyn,
It's an hour on the train,
but the slick, sexy lifestyle
is miles away.
And I wore these stupid shoes,
and threw some makeup on my face,
so am I pretty, am I pretty, and I
pretty enough to stay?
Candlelight and crowded rooms,
and perfectly tousled hair,
everyone's pushing that
carefully careless air.
And you stand like a disaster
waiting to begin-
the danger in dressing is
wearing it thin.
Down again in Brookyn,
careless, not carefree.
Down again in Brookyn,
so effortless, so easy.
Down again in Brooklyn,
and you're way down here with me.
Talking up the tension,
and gently brushing skin-
it's languorous living,
and we came to get some in.
There's scandal in your glances,
and champagne on my brain.
I heard you had a girlfriend
in Italy, or was it Spain?
And I don't trust
a single fucking word you say.
So I'm leaving you in Brooklyn,
with the champagne and the games,
walk out while you're sleeping
and catch the local train.
Down again in Brooklyn,
careless, not carefree.
Down again in Brookyn,
so effortless, so easy.
Down again in Brooklyn,
Down again in Brookyn,
it's a reoccurring state.
It's the glasses without lenses,
it's the bills that won't get paid.
Down again in Brooklyn,
such a fucking waste.
Down again in Brookyn,
such a salty, bitter taste.
Down again in Brooklyn,
you know, I'd rather be
High up in Harlem,
or sideways in Midtown,
or on my back in Queens.
But I'm down, again, in Brooklyn-
what a shitty place to be.
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