Find your house keys.
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Get some money.
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Do the laundry.
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Feed your puppy.
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I¡¯m clenching the teeth I just brushed.
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I¡¯m starting to push down the clutch.
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Fantasize
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of leather thies, and
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she bats her eyes.
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We¡¯re dancing, we¡¯re laughing, we¡¯re singing songs,
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the skyline is glowing, it turns her on,
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my body is burning on her skin,
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New York Woman,
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but the light turns,
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and my wheels burn,
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I wonder if dreams will come true.
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The dream where she tells me I'm cool,
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and asks for more,
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and i take the tour,
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and we hit the floor,
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and we¡¯re dancing, we¡¯re laughing, we¡¯re singing songs,
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the skyline is glowing, it turns her on,
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my body it burning on her skin,
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New York Woman.
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She greets me with lipstick and hips.
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We go to the end of the bridge.
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On the hood,
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she stands and looks,
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the radio plays the hook.
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We¡¯re dancing, we¡¯re laughing, we¡¯re singing songs,
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the skyline is glowing, it turns her on,
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my body is burning on her skin,
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New York Woman.
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She leaves her boots on the whole time.
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She¡¯s got the same damn dreams as mine.
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New York Woman.
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New York Woman
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| The Stryder |
