New York

[Verse 1]
Could you spot me sixty-five cents?
I've gone through all of my pockets
This cocksucker barman's gonna end me for the price of my whiskey and coke
New York City, she's no fucking joke
New York City, she's no fucking joke

See, I sexed up my resume
And learned every song one could want
But I still ain't the type
Couple pounds overweight
Too plain for the boys who make heroes outta lookers like you
New York City's too good to be true

But oh, ask back in Kansas
You'll find the consensus is that I've reached the top here
And though I appear broke and breathless
I'm young, and I'm reckless enough to not know when to stop

See my lady? She's pretty, she talks like a dream
The epitome of guilty persuasion
She says I can't come home 'till I finally roll up my sleeves
And make good what I spoke
New York City, she's no fucking joke

Yeah, I see you're uncomfortable
You stare at the beer you've been drinking
And wish you was gone

Shit, like at Hooter's you'd be free from losers like me
Pluggin' strangers for kind words and smoke
New York City, she's no fucking joke

Oh, you break free from Kansas
With hard-ons for the countless brass rings on each block here
And though this bitch'll beat you senseless
I'm destined to win this and fly
Just for right now, I'm stuck

So what's the word on them sixty-five cents?
Shit, it's no sweat my friend
There's a smile at the end of the bar
Maybe payday's today?
New York City, there's always a way

There's always a way
There's always a way
There's always a way