Paroles de la chanson Come to NYC, pls par Raffaella

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Paroles de la chanson Come to NYC, pls par Raffaella

You went outside to smoke a cigarette
Holding my phone as if you lived in it
Drinking wine while we FaceTime in limbo
Dangling my feet out of the window

I'm really scared I'm going to ruin it
I'm missing days that haven't happened yet
Talked 'til three, four, five in the mornin'
All you did was leave me wantin' more

You seemed so very close to me
Got hope stuck in my teeth
Pathetic as can be
I think there's something wrong with me
I could lie or I could try
Oh shit, he just texted me

Okay, I'll tell you what I'm gonna need
Come to New York City, please
You talkin' 'bout my mouth and how it moves
Noticing things I never even knew
Showing my teeth kinda smiling 'cause I caught you
Putting poetry in your back pocket

You went outside to smoke a cigarette
And now I wanna have a cigarette
You, you wanna chose it
Even if that means you're gonna lose it

You seemed so very close to me
Got hope stuck in my teeth
Pathetic as can be
I think there's something wrong with me
I could lie or I could try

I still gotta reply
Tell you what I'm going to need
Come to New York City, please
Come to New York City, please

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