New York

packin my life into my car moving to east LA thats where the suns up in the sky but its just not the same not like the time you left me standed in the Bronx 2 in the morning couldnt get a cab to stop i never been so cold it hurt me just to breath New York I love it when youre mean when youre mean to me break out the shorts go to the gym nobody wears long sleeves everyones tan sculpted and thin outta the magazines not like the 7 train on a Monday after 5 knocking old ladies down just to make it home alive stuck in the subway like a can of sardines New York I love it when youre mean cant believe i never stopped to notice the million little lights inside of every one somebodys little life who nees the stars when you got all these apartments shining in the night never seen such a sight some other cities may be easy on the eyes picture youself living there happy till you die but nobody said lifes supposed to be a breeze New York I love it when youre mean New York youre exactly as you seem New York if you dont like it you can leave New York i love it when youre mean when youre mean to me