She's a New Yorker - Minor Majority

I take off with the aeroplane

thinking 'bout yesterday

if it’s already part of the past

I rethink the promises made,

things I didn’t say

the stages we pass.

Cos it’s all 'bout a girl

Mine is a perfectly predictable world

She’s a New Yorker, and me, I’m on my way out of town

She’s a New Yorker, and me, I’m spread all around

In my hand there’s a sleeping pill,

rolled into a dollar bill

It’s got a name, but I cannot recall

In my mind theres an ongoing fight

between wrong and right

and the end isn’t happy at all,

so I ask for a drink

cos I think of unthinkable things

Like leaving New York without giving her the ring

She’s a New Yorker, to me, it’s the weirdest thing

When we’re alone we’re almost like children

so afraid to let go

when we’re apart I count the days by the sickened

then the telephone calls

There’s this ad in a magazine

revealing a one-night dream

it’s shines like the sun (Shines like the sun)

and I cannot but stare at this girl

cos her clothes are not on (oooh-oooh)

That’s except for her shoes (oooh-oooh)

It doesn’t look like she’s gonna move

She’s a New Yorker, and me, I’m spread all around

She’s a New Yorker, and me, seems I’m homewhere bound.