"New York Bars" lyrics

In the New York bars
Hangin' with the stars
Bringin' this ol' cold
But nobody knows, oh
Will the let me in?
Do I fit the trend?
Will I make the grade
Or will they hesitate?

Whoa-oh-oh
Well it's sad but true
There's an attitude
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Not worth talking to, oh
It's a changing world
Where love's not getting in
So we must begin
To write it down again

I know this
Your sweet kiss
Will make it all go away (whoa-oh)
Make it all go aw...

Is the master plan
Getting out of hand?
Has it really gone
To the head of man? Whoh
How do you tell a child
Society is wild?
How to find the road
To the meadow?

I know this
Will your sweet kiss
Make it all go away (whoa-oh)
Make it all go aw...

Make it all go away...

Get a hold of yourself
There's nobody else, no
Get a, get a car
And a credit card, oh
Don't lose that number
It's my identity
So powers that be
Can keep track of me

I know this
Will your sweet kiss
Make it all go away
Whoa-oh
Make it all go away
Make it all go aw...

In the New York bars
Hangin' with the stars
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