Summer in the city
Means cleavage, cleavage, cleavageAnd I started miss you, baby, sometimesI've been staying up drinking
In the late night establishments
Telling strangers personal thingsSummer in the city
I'm so lonely, lonely, lonelySo I went to a protest
Just to rub up against strangers
And I did feel like coming
But I also felt like crying
And it doesn't seem so worth it right nowAnd the castrated ones stand in the corner smoking
They want to feel the bulges in their pants start to rise
At the sight of a beautiful woman
They feel nothing
But anger
Her skin makes them sick in the nightNauseous, nauseous, nauseousSummer in the city
I'm so lonely, lonely, lonelyI've been hallucinating you, babe
At the backs of other women
And I tap 'em on the shoulder
And they turn around smiling but
There's no recognition in their eyesOh, summer in the city!
Means cleavage, cleavage, cleavageDon't get me wrong, dear
In general I'm doing quite fineIt's just when it's summer in the city
And you are so long gone from the city I start to miss you, baby, sometimesWhen it's summer in the city
And you are so long gone from the city
I start to miss you, baby, sometimesOh, I start to miss you, baby, sometimes
Songwriters
Spektor, ReginaPublished by
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