First I take my finger And put it on your skin Makes a little white mark And then it turns to red again
So if you're lazy on a Sunday And you got nothin' to do If you wanna get a sunburn Come on up to the roof
I think your nose is peelin' The sun is hot and clear The city's fairly steamin' And I can taste your skin from here
So if you're lazy on a Sunday Any Tuesday'll do If you wanna get a sunburn Come on up to the roof
See, I was up here yesterday Saw some pigeons on a power line Looked like notes upon a music paper I wrote it down I guess Manhatten gets the last line
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