Paroles: Stryder (The). Masquerade In The Key Of Crime. New York Woman.

Find your house keys
Get some money
Do the laundry
Feed your puppy
I'm clenching the teeth I just brushed
I'm starting to push down the clutch
And fantasize of leather thighs and she bats her eyes
We're dancing, we're laughing, we're singing songs
The skyline is glowing, it turns her on
My body is burning on her skin, new york woman
But the light turns and my wheels burn
I wonder if dreams will come true
the one where she tells me I'm cool and akss for more
And I take the tour and we hit the floor
She greets me with lipstick and hips
we go to the end of the bridge, on the hood,
she stands and looks, the radio plays the hook