Thursday, May 28, 2009

Casey Dienel - Better In Manhattan (re: My brother is wrong/an idiot)




Casey Dienel - Better In Manhattan ("Everything is better in Manhattan")


http://www.myspace.com/caseydienelfans
(click link to hear da tune)



Put on my lipstick, I know its gonna get big tips,
Steppin into costume so I can give my patrons kicks
Step outside for a cigarette and its starting to snow,
Every time it gets cold I begin to think of you

Hold on a minute, they're calling me
Suga, suga, suga, come here
Dance a little closer I can almost feel you
Suga, suga, come here, you're all I got to keep me warm

Admittedly its cliche but I'm still writing you letters
My room here is cozy and sparse and decorated with posters of Big Sur
Ive never been there, but I want you to take me,
Though I think paradise is a place you visit and not a place you live

That's why everything is better in manhattan,
Oh people aren't hungry, they are starving in Manhattan
And the buildings are tall and the sky is something to search for
In Manhattan

Oh in my spare time I'm making a garden on my fire escape
I cant wait to watch my seedlings find the sun
It wont be easy, cause nothing ever is
Thats why everything tastes so good
So my love I got all my ropes and chains
I'm gonna give 'em to you for your birthday..
You can do even what you want, but I hope you're gonna tie me up
You can do even what you want but I hope you're gonna tie me up and sing

Oh suga, suga, suga, come here, dance a little closer I can almost feel you
Suga, suga, come here
You're all I got to keep me warm
Suga, suga, come here, oh I can almost taste you
I'm gonna put you out on the street and watch you grow
In the concrete

Oh my love, this time you go to far
How many times must I repeat myself
I love you, there, I said it
and I meant it,
Oh I love you, there I said it and I meant every word
I love you, there I said it, now will you take it
Or will you put it out on the street and watch it grow
in the concrete

Everything is better in Manhattan
Oh the spoons aren't silver, they're gold in Manhattan
And the buildings are tall and the sky is something to reach for
In manhattan, ooh
In manhattan, ooh
In manhattan, In manhattan

No comments:

Post a Comment