Lyrics
Prince street, August 14th
A SoHo bar
A speakeasy
It’s you and me, and I’m feeling free
It’s crazy
How everyone
Lives up, like Top Gun
It’s you, and it’s a cloudy night to smoke one
Oh, things happen when you move to the city
When you’re with me, oh, how you feel me
Oh, things happen when you call me pretty
When you’re with me, oh, how you feel me
To the city, city
To the city, city
To the city, city
To the city, city
Oh, things happen when you move to the city
When you’re with me, oh, how you feel me
Oh, things happen when you call me pretty
When you’re with me, oh, how you feel me
To the city, city
To the city, city
To the city, city
To the city, city
Oh, things happen when you move to the city
When you’re with me, oh, how you feel me
To the city, city
Oh, things happen when you call me pretty
When you’re with me, oh, how you feel me
To the city, city