From 7th Street with Love
Coyle Girelli
Play me a New York City symphony
Where taxis boom and sirens scream
And pink snow falls on Greenwich Street
Oh my neon dream
America’s favorite beauty Queen
Drink coffee black and whiskey neat
I’ll kiss you right down to your feet
Oh what a scene, what a scene
You handle me like TNT
Let’s stay in bed and waste a week
Come dance with me my soul machine
Maybe I love you cos you’re crazy
The muse for every painting
And for every star above
Maybe, there’s something herе that saves me
A thirst that always craves mе
From 7th street with love
