December in New York

Fridays humming summer
And the whiskey sun is runningout the night sky
I am here watching your form
Slowly pacing in the dawnas all the stars die
Yeah youre like a hit you are tailored just to fitthe changing season
Baby what is this we are two star crossed bitsof an equation
Is it that youre shining
Is it your endgame talk
Youre like a suntan in
NovemberOr
December in
New YorkI will tune in to the radio
To hear some guy on some showsing like chocolate
No its not my job to be sentimental
Yeah, I swear it was accidentalit just turned out like that
Is it that youre shining
Is it your endgame talk
Youre like a suntan in
NovemberOr
December in
New YorkI know
I should be spitting bitter
Just for interest its more fittingfor a girl like me
But I am standing here
Amid politics and tearsand
Im shouting loudly
The dustcart is slugging
Its way around the cornerin the morning
And if you listen close
Youll hear the fairylights and smokeof the
East Coast calling
Is it that youre shining
Is it your endgame talk
Youre like a suntan in
NovemberOr
December in
New YorkDecember in
New YorkDecember in
New York