The Waterboys - New york i love you

She ^Gwaited at the door till al^Bl his sa^Addest words were spoken^{D A} Then she t^Ghrew them with some season^Bing in his ^Aface Duke went ram^Gbling in his grief, like a ^Bvagabond or^A thief^{D A} Tryi^Gng to find the love he sou^Bght some^A other place He w^Galked down the river highw^Bay in th^Ae melting summer sun ^{D A} And ^Gshouted out above the cars^B and tru^Acks I wi^Gsh I could become some kin^Bd of psy^Achedelic bum ^{D A} Or a^G happy travelling troubado^Bur delux^Ae

^DNew York - ^Emwhatcha gonna d^Go about it? ^DNew York - ^Emclimb up on the^G roof and shout it ^DNew York - ^Emsee there ain't no d^Goubt about it ^EmSomething in this town I just can't ^Glive witho^Aut

She ^Glay across the bed, ^Braven h^Aair piled atop her ^Dhe^Aad Re-r^Geading through the poem th^Bat she w^Arote She had a ^Gfeeling in her belly l^Bike her ^Abelly had been screwed ^{D A} But ^Gluckily she knew the ^Bantidote^A She ^Gstepped out on the street ^Bdressed ^Ain scarlet head to feet^{D A} Her ^Ghat the same precise shade ^Bas her l^Aips She ^Gtried to feel the way she had when^B love wa^As young and gay and gla^Dd ^A She ^Gcouldn't... but still she ^Bswung he^Ar hips

^DNew York - ^Emwhatcha gonna d^Go about it? ^DNew York - ^Emclimb up on the^G roof and shout it ^DNew York - ^Emsee there ain't no d^Goubt about it ^EmSomething in this town I just can't ^Glive witho^Aut

He p^Ghoned her up and said, hon^Bey, it w^Aas nothing but a number^{D A} And ^Gnumbers can mislead you an^Bd confus^Ae To w^Ghich she said, I've heard, like guns and c^Bash and ^Asex and words^{D A} If t^Ghe user is a fool they get^B misused^A He a^Glmost smashed the phone in rage ^Bbut it h^Aeld his databas^De ^A So h^Ge lit himself a little joi^Bnt inste^Aad And ^Gtold himself a lie about the ^Bwho and ^Awhen and why^{D A} And ^Gkids that's how a man beco^Bmes a ch^Aowderhead

^DNew York - ^Emwhatcha gonna d^Go about it? ^DNew York - ^Emclimb up on the^G roof and shout it ^DNew York - ^Emsee there ain't no d^Goubt about it ^EmSomething in this town I just can't ^Glive witho^Aut

She ^Gwrote a bitter novelette and s^Btuck it ^Aon the internet ^{D A} I be^Glieve you still can find it th^Bere for ^Afree In t^Ghe morning she would jog the^Bn post u^Apdates on her blog ^{D A} And ^Gone day she upped and moved to^B Tenness^Aee The ^Glandlord rented her apartm^Bent to t^Ahe NY Police Department^{D A} Who ^Ginstalled a cop named Frankl^Bin J.J. ^APaul Who ^Gwas putting up a shelf, hu^Bmming op^Aera to himself ^{D A} When^G he found her poems nestled i^Bn the wa^All

^DNew York - ^Emwhatcha gonna d^Go about it? ^DNew York - ^Emclimb up on the^G roof and shout it ^DNew York - ^Emsee there ain't no d^Goubt about it ^EmSomething in this town I just can't ^Glive witho^Aut

Duke d^Goublechecked the deadlock o^Bf his Lo^Awer East Side store^{D A} And ^Gjumped into a car with y^Bellow fi^Ans He ^Gtold himself "just tell it l^Bike is, ^Aman, just nail it on the^D l^Aine And ^Gbe honest with your tongue from ^Bhere on ^Ain" He ^Gwas never satisfied w^Bith a co^Amfortable ride ^{D A} He h^Gad to be the crazy cosmonaut ^Bin fligh^At The^Gy found his body near a cr^Bumbling ^AHudson River pier ^{D A} On a^G wild and stormy hot mid^Bsummer n^Aight

^DNew York - ^Emwhatcha gonna d^Go about it? ^DNew York - ^Emclimb up on the^G roof and shout it ^DNew York - ^Emsee there ain't no d^Goubt about it ^EmSomething in this town I just can't ^Glive witho^Aut

Me ^GI couldn't sleep, I just l^Bay there^A in a heap ^{D A} The ^Gwhole city was a swamp of hea^Bt and st^Aeam At ^Gsix a.m. came thunder and ^Beventual^Aly I slumbered ^{D A} Into^G a fanciful and curious kind ^Bof dream^A I w^Gas drivin' Hank's Cadillac^B as he r^Aested in the back ^{D A} On t^Ghe final night of nineteen fi^Bfty-two ^A I o^Gffered him a smoke but Han^Bk never ^Awoke ^{D A} He w^Gas too far gone, and he was o^Bnly pass^Aing through I g^Got up at ten to five, feel^Bing almo^Ast seven-eighths alive ^{D A} And ^Gwas sitting in my favourite e^Basy chai^Ar Whe^Gn Duke's immortal soul cro^Bwned wit^Ah a golden aureole ^{D A} Flew^G by my window on its way to w^Bho knows^A where I t^Gook Tylenol for my head an^Bd then w^Aent out to get some bre^Dad^A Like^G Lou I had twenty six bucks i^Bn my han^Ad By ^Gthe Sixteen Handles shop I^B saw an ^Aoverweight cop ^{D A} Stuf^Gfing reams of paper in a garb^Bage can ^A

^DNew York - ^Emwhatcha gonna d^Go about it? ^DNew York - ^Emclimb up on the^G roof and shout it ^DNew York - ^Emsee there ain't no d^Goubt about it ^EmSomething in this town I just can't ^Glive witho^Aut

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