| You can take me out to a club downtown
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| Where the DJ’s spinnin' the latest sound
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| Buy me somethin' ridic-o-lous
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| And order me a mocha cappu-frivolous
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| But I need something pure
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| Like a warm and sunny geographical cure
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| Well Times Square ain’t what it used to be
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| Brooklyn’s gotten so damn trendy
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| I grew up in the boogie-down Bronx, so what?
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| And mayor Bloomberg’s kickin' my butt
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| Subway’s tracks I can’t endure
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| I need a warm and sunny geographical cure
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| So take me down to the southern hemisphere
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| Where things don’t run so well like they do here
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| You can show up late but still be on time
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| Live your life but not lose your mind
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| It’s all a blur in my geographical cure
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| You can take me to the MoMA on a Saturday
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| But all these tourists are gettin' in my way
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| The hustle and the bustle once were my friends
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| But now I turn my iPod up to 10
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| Oh things and like they were
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| I need a warm and sunny geographical cure
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| So take me down to the southern hemisphere
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| Where things don’t run so well like they do here
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| You can show up late but still be on time
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| Live your life but not lose your mind
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| It’s all a blur in my geographical cure
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| Well things ain’t like they were
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| I need a warm and sunny geographical cure |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Geographical Cure , by - Lucy Woodward. Song from the album Lucy Woodward Is...Hot and Bothered, in the genre Кантри