NYC Lyrics

You love the married life

Central Park apartment

Being the best little trophy wife

You love me as white trash

Laughing at my accent

As you smoke your Afghan hash

You say you're going to have to choose

Between a New York City afternoon

Or checking into a motel room

You're feeding your highs

With a little compromise

It comes as no surprise

You're lying to yourself when you say you won't kiss me

You're bored without some tension

Tribeca seems the right move

You think it constitutes a flexion

You say I've an untrained eye

That is what excites you

To visit me in Morris Heights

You say you're going to have to choose

Between a New York City afternoon

Or checking into a motel room

You're feeding your highs

With a little compromise

It comes as no surprise

You're lying to yourself when you say you won't kiss me

I'm focused on your lies

With zero compromise

It should come as no surprise

You're lying to yourself when you say you won't miss me

You're feeding your highs

With a little compromise

It comes as no surprise

You're lying to yourself when you say you won't kiss me

I'm focused on your lies

With zero compromise

It should come as no surprise

You're lying to yourself when you say you won't miss me