| Baby,
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| Whatcha doing today, what are you doing later?
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| I don’t know my way through a maze of gray skyscrapers
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| But I’m willing to learn
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| If you want me to I’ll stay just where I am
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| But I promise just to follow when I land
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| And you can take my word for that
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| You are my Manhattan from the sky
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| You look so neat and tidy when I’m way up high,
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| But I know your streets are lined with a fine mess inside
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| And I wanna come down and walk around your mind.
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| Daises,
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| Once upon an old daydream, that’s what you gave me
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| Out on the corner of Broadway and 48th street, On a rainy afternoon
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| Well I could start discovering your world
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| And I would make a damn good city girl
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| Things would start to bloom, I’m sure
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| You are my Manhattan from the sky
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| You look so neat and tidy when I’m way up high,
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| But I know your streets are lined with a fine mess inside
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| And I wanna come down and walk around your mind.
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| I know you want me to see don’t lie to me
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| Why you gotta go be so shy to me?
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| I ain’t buying the false anxiety, let your fortress fall
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| What is it gonna take to get you there?
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| If fear was money you’d be a millionaire
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| Or all alone in a leather swivel chair counting stacks of gold
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| Oh oh
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| You are my Manhattan from the sky
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| You look so neat and tidy when I’m way up high,
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| But I know your streets are lined with a fine mess inside
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| And I wanna come down and walk around ohhh
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| You are my Manhattan from the sky
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| You look so neat and tidy when I’m way up high,
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| But I know your streets are lined with a fine mess inside
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| And I wanna come down and walk around your mind.
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| Oh ohh ohh oh |