City girls are all the same
They play you like a pinball game
Oh, what a summer
Making love to make believe
Their hearts are on, not up their sleeves
Oh, what a summer to lie under violet
Or to guys that ask for your number
Oh, would you wonder why
If I paid a hundred dollars for the chance
To see you cry and a hundred more
To see you cry again 'stead of singing?
No, nobody's warmer to the touch
Than hers but you'll never know
Know anything as cold
As the heart of a city girl
This imaginary friend
Can't remember he's pretend
Oh, what a summer to lie under neon and glass
Or to me as I ask for your number
Oh, would you wonder why
If I paid a hundred dollars for the chance
To see you cry and a hundred more
To see you cry again 'stead of singing?
No, nobody's warmer to the touch
Than hers but you'll never know
Know anything as cold
As the heart of a city girl
We took a hammer and chisel to the cornerstone
'Cause the building had to come down
In a show more pretty than practical
For to satisfy the city girls around
Oh, it was beautiful but it fell too soon
Took a few good men and left these city guys
Who would pay a hundred dollars for the chance
To see you cry and a hundred more
To see you cry again 'stead of singing
No, nobody's warmer to the touch
Than hers but you'll never know
Know anything as cold
As the heart of a city girl