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The Fly
NYC,
I will be
Landin’ at JFK
And I hope it's ok.
I wanna be the tourist
The coolest that there is,
I wanna walk in your street,
I wanna talk to whoever I meet,
So just gimme your best weirdoes
And show me your weirdest beggars,
I want you to make fun of my bad accent
And I wanna tip your waiter at the restaurant,
Send me to the heart of yours, what can I say?
I wanna see New York City before I'm on my way.
NYC,
It hit me,
The first ray,
The light of day
Coming out of mist
Like the only true artist
With the sky under his feet
And those sly hands of deceit.
I look at you in distorting mirrors,
I feel the hole in your ground zeros
And I feel your tower grow like a plant.
No matter how much money you've spent,
It's really not a matter of which God you pray,
I wanna see New York City before I've to sail away.
NYC,
All I see
Right away
Is why I'd stay
Right in the midst
Of your tightened fist
Where I will feel the heat
Why you never admit defeat.
Even when you face your errors,
You've got to take victims for heroes.
And I will thrust myself in your pavement,
It will surely feel like the death of another ant,
We both are lit cigarettes about to hit the ashtray:
I wanna see New York City before it all fades to gray.
I will be
Landin’ at JFK
And I hope it's ok.
I wanna be the tourist
The coolest that there is,
I wanna walk in your street,
I wanna talk to whoever I meet,
So just gimme your best weirdoes
And show me your weirdest beggars,
I want you to make fun of my bad accent
And I wanna tip your waiter at the restaurant,
Send me to the heart of yours, what can I say?
I wanna see New York City before I'm on my way.
NYC,
It hit me,
The first ray,
The light of day
Coming out of mist
Like the only true artist
With the sky under his feet
And those sly hands of deceit.
I look at you in distorting mirrors,
I feel the hole in your ground zeros
And I feel your tower grow like a plant.
No matter how much money you've spent,
It's really not a matter of which God you pray,
I wanna see New York City before I've to sail away.
NYC,
All I see
Right away
Is why I'd stay
Right in the midst
Of your tightened fist
Where I will feel the heat
Why you never admit defeat.
Even when you face your errors,
You've got to take victims for heroes.
And I will thrust myself in your pavement,
It will surely feel like the death of another ant,
We both are lit cigarettes about to hit the ashtray:
I wanna see New York City before it all fades to gray.
