Don't worry mum, I'll be okay New York is safer than London First thing I'll do is write to you You promised you wouldn't cry I've got my passport and make up I don't think there's anything I'd miss mum Oh, where's that list mum? You take good care Don't be so daft You're gonna smudge your mascara I'll be alright Go out tonight It will do you good to have some fun Here, have a kleenex, dry your eyes You know I don't do goodbyes I'm sorry girls, I won't be there This friday night down at Whispers On friday night I think I might be skating in Central Park I might be sipping a cocktail Or maybe eating my tuna salad outside Barneys Can't say how long I'll be away But I can come to Don't worry Sue, I'll e-mail you Don't you know that I will miss you too Don't start to blab you dousy tart We'll stay in touch Cross my heart