NEW YORK SUCKS IN SUMMERTIME

ITS RAINING POO!

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Nighttime at the boulevard
And I'm walking home with you
The heat is just delicious
And you know just what to do

Morning is so perfect
But the noontime makes me tired
Parking in the park now
And I'm so glad that you were fired

Going to the movies
I found a shelter from the sun
Heard a gruesome story
About a couple on the run

The ghostly sing-song
Of the children playing double-dutch
I felt the wind come through the window
I felt it turn around and switch back

In a second story room
In Jamaica, Queens
Your hair was dripping wet
Your skin was clean

And the children skipping rope
Tripled their speed
You were all I ever wanted
You were all I'd ever need

In New York City
In the middle of July
The air was heavy and wet
The air was heavy, your body was heavy on mine

I will know who you are yet
I will know who you are yet

when you eased down the window
and the new york sun brought out the highlights in your hair
and gently, gently
the constellations aligned
and as we crossed over the throgs neck bridge i had
something on my mind

when we rolled down the street
in the cool of the morning
i could feel the new day dawn
and somebody had gone and turned the waterworks on
and slowly, surely
i saw the whole story unwind
i had never loved anyone like i loved you
and i had something on my mind

y else u think all rich ppl leave?

"summer" is a verb.

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