New York - Le Butcherettes

The air beneath my legs makes you suffocate

The tongue between your mouth makes me wanna rinse it out

Rinse it out, rinse it out, rinse it out

New York!

New York!

New York!

New York!

The taste is dry like golden whiskey under your hate

It’s my time, it’s my time, it’s my time, it’s my now

New York!

New York!

New York!

New York!

Ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah-ah

Da-da-ra-ra-da

Ah-ah-ah-ah

New Yoooork!