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Post by AODadmin on Feb 21, 2009 17:41:43 GMT -5
Ah, New York City. The busy streets filled with angry drivers and taxi drivers that can barely speak english. The crowded sidewalks full of rude business men that just want to get to work and don't care who they knock over and spill coffee on. Don't forget about the constant fear of getting mugged in an alley or having your apartment robbed.
Some think that they deserve more
Give a little like it's become a chore
Don't demand things
And walk yourself out the door
It's a lovely place really.
I fell flat on my face too many times
Left with nothing but some cheap perfume
Now you cry, now you need me
Now that perfume's not cheap
But I told you...
The Upper East Side is where everyone who's anyone lives. The beautiful people. Those without a care in the world because Daddy can fix anything with a check. Yet, we know the kids aren't as helpless as the parents think they are. The girls sleep around to get what they want and the boys aren't afraid of starting a fight to keep their reputation up, or you know, if someone glanced at their girlfriend for longer than a second.
If you wanted to be my only one
If you wanted to see this happen
Maybe you, you should've tried harder
If you thought I would leap into your arms everytime I would see your face
Then maybe you, you should've tried harder
Gorgeous and hot, yes, smart, not so much.
Go on, prove it, I'd love to see you try
Convince me that you gave me the world
I tried and tried but you never opened your eyes
You stand tall like you've won some kind of award
But really I've never seen someone so short of a dollar
If you gave me some more
But I told you...
Then you have Brooklyn. The slums. The "others" live here. Those that can't afford to have a maid come through with a fine pick comb to clean; those that can't afford to spend a ridiculous amouth of money on a pair of new jeans that would cost twenty dollars anywhere else in the world. The people here, aren't so different though. They're either just as slutty or pumped full of testosterone, worse than the Upper Easter Siders, or goody two shoes. Always good for a little fun, but cheap toys never last long.
If you wanted to be my only one
If you wanted to see this happen
Maybe you, you should've tried harder
If you thought I would leap into your arms everytime I would see your face
Then maybe you, you should've tried harder
Like the nerds of the school. You'll use them and then throw them out. That's all they're good for anyway.
Some think that they deserve more
Give a little bit
Yes, New York City. The concrete jungle. Moral of the story: if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere.
If you wanted to be my only one
If you wanted to see this happen
Maybe you, you should've tried harder
If you thought I would leap into your arms everytime I would see your face
Then maybe you should've tried harder.
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