You should be happy for your lips
You should be happy for your hips
You should be happy for your tits
But it ain't payin the rent... Nah
Ain't paying the rent
Where'd you learn how to walk?
Must've been in the dead of winter in New York City
Only some honey who's got no money can look so pretty
Only somebody whose got no heat can act so sweet
Come on over, I'll fix you something to eat
Springtime New York City, livin is easy, lovin is free
It's springtime, New York, New York City, fuckin New York [x2]
You can feed an army with your eyes
You can break a brick wall with your thighs
You can start a fire with your strut
You can break a neck with your butt butt
But it ain't paying the rent
Nah, ain't paying the rent
Woman.. you better sit your ass down
When you're every guys bed time lullaby you better skip town
Gotta get a better pair of shoes for all that runnin around
You better drive your winter ways back into the ground
Let's go pick up your soul at the lost and found
(Lost and found)
(Did you find it?)
Springtime New York City, livin is easy, lovin is free
It's springtime, New York, New York City, New York
Where did i put my soul?
Must be rouding somewhere
Where did i put that soul?
Maybe it's in my hair, hair..
Springtime New York City, livin is easy, lovin is free
It's springtime New York, (New york) New York City, fuckin New York. [x3]
It's springtime
And you ain't got a dime
It ain't paying the rent, nah
Try a little harder, 'cause you're barely alive
Word of advice: get a job, biatch
