On miy mind.
Blue eyes feels old nher young heart stuck in this dead city
She leans in close and says
I've got no money
I've got no time
I've got no place
That i call mine
But i've got
New York
On my mind
Berlin
On my mind
Paris France
On my mind
I got you and it feels like blondie feels old her young heart stuck in a 9-5
World she holds me tight she says.
Well there must be more than this yeah i heard it i seen it i smell it and i well i feel it's like
New York
On my mind
Berlin
On my mind
Paris France
On my mind
It's like you!
And it feels like
She called me up last nigth fromsome foreign city said the people that she's with you know they're all so pretty and she's not coming home.
I guess there's too much to see you know once you get out it becomes a disease it's like
New York
On my mind
Paris France
On my mind
It's like you!
And it feels like