Weekend (The)

NYLA
You say you like New York better than L.A. And I just sit there I believe that you like looking like a Ramone And I would rather kiss a Beach Boy Feel the sand beneath my toes And feel the sun burn up my nose I'll give you all of my black clothes Just light your smoke and watch me go Come come come again? What was that you said? Listen carefully SongtexteAnd maybe then you'll see That this time, this time, next year, next year I won't be here This time, this time, next year, next year I won't be here 'Cause I'm so sick of dreary winters And mornings spent in subway stations Going to a job I hate More and more with every day I want the lifestyle of the rich and famous While you prefer to remain nameless But that's you, hey, and this is me I'm gonna live the fantasy Come come come again? What was that you said? Listen carefully And maybe then you ll see That this time, this time, next year, next year I won't be here This time, this time, next year, next year I won't be here This time, next year, I won't, be here You say you like New York better than L.A. And I just sit there I believe that you like looking like a Ramone When I would rather kiss a Beach Boy Come come come again? What was that you said? Listen carefully And maybe then you'll see Come come come again? What was that you said? Listen carefully And maybe then you'll see That this time, this time, next year, next year I won't be here This time, this time, next year, next year I won't be here This time, next year, I won't, be here This time, this time, next year, next year I won't be here This time, this time, next year, next year I won't be here This time, next year, I won't, be here Come come come again? What was that you said? Listen carefully And maybe then you'll see... Aus Songtexte Mania