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loose cannons (rich cronin & doug ray) - new york city girls lyrics
[chorus: rich cronin]
you grew up ridin’ a subway
runnin’ with people up on harlem, down on broadway
i’m no tramp, but you’re no lady
talkin’ that straight talk, you’re the hottest soul of new york city
[verse 1: doug ray]
i like new york city girls, pretty girls always mad
spendin’ five hundred dollars on a gucci bag
tryna hail a cab in the rain with no jacket
girls from out of town, man, they just can’t hack it
uptown girls with a driver and a coach
downtown girls with a lighter and a roach
tall, blond workout chicks on a mission
red_headed girl on her way to audition
s_x and the city and a couple of drinks
college girls in the dorms, throwin’ up in the sinks
girls that do girls, and girls that do guys
on the rooftop, sittin’ underneath blue skies
girls waitin’ for the subway, smokin’ a cigarette
never been to new york city, then you ain’t livin’ yet
summertime girls are my favorite season
girls from all over the world, i’m not leavin’
[chorus: rich cronin]
you grew up ridin’ a subway
runnin’ with people up on harlem, down on broadway
i’m no tramp, but you’re no lady
talkin’ that straight talk, you’re the hottest soul of new york city
[verse 2: rich cronin]
don’t be mad if i stare at you
walkin’ down fifth avenue
only talked to a chosen few
self_expression, attitude
champagne, chardonnay
she gets high just once a day
sleepin’ in her cartier
she likes breakfast on a silver tray
dressin’ clean but talkin’ dirty
thanks to sunsets in new jersey
overlookin’ central park
she blows a kiss and breaks my heart
[chorus: rich cronin]
you grew up ridin’ a subway
runnin’ with people up on harlem, down on broadway
i’m no tramp, but you’re no lady
talkin’ that straight talk, you’re the hottest soul of new york city
[verse 3: rich cronin]
she says this city ain’t the same
everybody seems to know her name
she never wears the same thing twice
she doesn’t care about the price
that girl is all up in the mix
she just wants to be on page six
she knows she’s on top of the world
she’s daddy’s little girl
[verse 4: doug ray]
now girls from the hamptons are okay too
take her home to your family and showcase you
she got a house in the beach, not puttin’ me on
and she parked daddy’s car right on the front lawn
girls from the styx got all types of tricks
roll around in a pickup truck with ten chicks
she gotta go even though she’s so pretty
’cause you can’t take her home to new york city
girls from overseas come ready to please
she likes white emcees on mp3s
when i stay too long, i remember the song
and take the first flight back to the place i was born
[chorus: rich cronin]
you grew up ridin’ a subway
runnin’ with people up on harlem, down on broadway
i’m no tramp, but you’re no lady
talkin’ that straight talk, you’re the hottest soul of new york city
[outro: rich cronin]
oh, oh, oh
oh, oh, oh
oh, oh, oh
my new york city girl
oh, oh, oh
oh, oh, oh
oh, oh, oh
my new york city girl
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