You've gotta believe ~ Living my life in New York

When they call your name
Will you walk right up
With a smile on your face
Or will you cower in fear
In your favorite sweater

With an old love letter
I wish you would

I wish you would, Come pick me up
Take me out, Fuck me up, Steal my records,
Screw all my friends, Theyre all full of shit,
With a smile on your face, And then do it again..