Kenneth Aaron Harris - Ruff Club | Текст песни

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Little trip up to the coat-room
for fixing up our heads,
Turning nobody of consequence
to somebody instead.
And all you golden-headed glamour girls,
white-teeth smiles,
keep the hot-headed wall-streeters
down for just a while.
And the night is so cold,
the people so pretty.
And I love everyone in New York City.
It's the heavy-handed bar-man


steady in the night
selling nobody of consequence
the times of their life
and the fake-ID beauty-queen has just begun to yell
"All you coked-up crew-cuts, hands to yourself"
And my last little dance with the devil
just hits me
And I love everyone in New York City,
And I love everyone in New York City,
And I love everyone in New York City,
And I love everyone in New York City tonight.
Tonight I'm gonna hold you tight.
Tonight, tonight, I'm gonna hold you tight
All night.
Then the flash-bulb cracks,
sending shadows on the faces
of the people of no consequence in unfamiliar places.
It's a hand-clapped smoke-stack,
rising from the rim
'til a tall-dark-suit makes an example out of him.
And the music so loud
the girls are so pretty,
and I love everyone in New York City.
And I love everyone in New York City.
And I love everyone in New York City.
And I love everyone in New York City, tonight.
And I love everyone in New York City.
And I love everyone in New York City.
And I love everyone in New York City.
And I love everyone in New York City, tonight.