I Love(d) New York

Unhealthy toy, how you spread out for sin
Your greedy joy for impressionable kin
Oh, I bide right through you
And you bide, bide through me too
Some kind of jazz in metropolis scales
You pay the cab and you're walking with whales
And I grip on to you
And you grip on to me too

But, oh
The puppies ain't got nowhere to run
Like building up has never gone wrong, son
Elevators to fun, son

You got me down on my knees
In the core of misery
You either scold or you freeze
Even though I think it might be too late for love
I'm down on my knees

New ash and cage, how I tremble your bars
Foot soldier slaves to chorus of cause
And I tiptoe your tune
And you tip, tip out your Moon

But, oh
The puppies ain't got nowhere to run
Like building up has never gone wrong, son
Elevators to fun, son
I bleed
From paper cuts of teenage dreams
Your credit card won't cover the fees, love
Don't take your coat off for me, my love

You got me down on my knees
In the core of misery
You either scold or you freeze
Even though I think it might be too late
You got me down on my knees
In the core of misery
You either scold or you freeze
Even though I think it might be too late for love