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The Kills

New York

 

New York

(album: God Games - 2023)


Wait for me, stay for me
You medicate my bad days
Hit all my highways
Speed for me, bleed for me
Steal me away from all the bad guys
'Cause I'm nice

Down here on the Bowery
The city's got me feeling high
Got me where you want me
In your midnight eve
Always remember, honey
When you need a ride
You got me, got me, got me going'
Got me running wild, 'cause

Yeah, you taste just like New York
Before a storm takes hold
You race like you are high and armed
And I'm alarmed
But, yeah, I bust my lips on yours
How sweet, the night is dark enough
We're only seeing stars

You're made for me, come back, babe
Leave a knife in the heart of me
Every time you go
I can't keep my eyes on the road, oh-oh-oh
I'm awake and wanting, I'ma take something
Let it be you, you, you, you

Yeah. you taste just like New York
Before a storm takes hold
You race like you are high and armed
And I'm alarmed
But, yeah, I bust my lips on yours
How sweet, the night is dark enough
We're only seeing stars
You taste just like New York

Boom, boom, boom
What you do, do, do to me
Ripping from the deepest root of me
It's easy for you to see
You got me where you want me
Boom, boom, boom
What you do, do, do to me
Ripping from the deepest root of me
It's easy for you to see
You got me where you want me

Yeah, you taste just like New York
Before a storm takes hold
You race like you are high and armed
And I'm alarmed
But, yeah, I bust my lips on yours
How sweet, the night is dark enough
We're only seeing stars
You taste just like New York
You taste just like New York
You taste just like New York
And I'm alarmed
But, yeah, I bust my lips on yours
How sweet, the night is dark enough
We're only seeing stars

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