"Okay so the first one, I do have to ask
Would you be able to pay the balance in full today? $691?"
No I can't
"Okay, no problem. So what we can do is break that up into three monthly payments."
Beautiful people only live in downtown
And midtown and not around where I stay
Is it their brain that really matters
Or their character that flatters
Or dependent on their beautiful face
But if you're beautiful from birth, do you really have the courage
Of a woman picked on for her girth
Ever since she was a kid-- and you know how kids work
Up until she was a full-grown adult
Now-- I'm not saying that it's really smooth sailing
But guys, being nice doesn't hurt
And I'm not saying that they're perfect
I'm just saying that they're different
And the difference is they love to wear skirts
s*x in the city
Probably feels really really nice
With hands placed on faces and twinkles in their eyes
s*x in the city
Probably looks really really great with
A girl that's like a ten and a guy that's 'bout an eight
s*x in the city
Sounds like it takes place on stage
Both moaning in key while Marvin Gaye sings
s*x in the city
Candles smell like great jobs and promising careers
My candles smell like fear my roommates may hear
I have really bad b-acne
It looks like the gosh-dang night sky
And I promise I'm gonna get it taken care of
So I'm not a baby maker looker, but maybe I am
To a woman that really loves me for
Who I am
...Or maybe who I'm not
Either way, it's getting bothered and hot-- gross!
Hey missus, could you take me to a world
Where nothing else exists except
The contents of our soul
And there we'll talk
Y'know, or Instragram DM works too (what up!)
If I look like Brad Pitt mixed with bit of Jake Gyllenhaal
And a bowl of David Hasselhoff I wouldn't be here at all
I'd be in Los Angeles
Or at your mom's house eating all the sandwiches!
s*x in the city
Probably feels really really nice
With hands placed on faces and twinkles in their eyes
s*x in the city
Probably looks really really great with
A girl that's like a ten and a guy that's 'bout an eight
s*x in the city
Sounds like it takes place on stage
Both moaning in key while Marvin Gaye sings
s*x in the city
Candles smell like great jobs and promising careers
My candles smell like fear my roommates may hear and socks
And whatever freshening spray I use
Thirty minutes beforehand
While I was quickly running through my room trying to clean it
Right, uh? Right, uh? I'm right uh?
You think this song's about to end, is that what you think?
