Friday's humming summer
And the whiskey sun is runningout the night sky
I am here watching your form
Slowly pacing in the dawnas all the stars die
Yeah you're like a hit you are tailored just to fitthe changing season
Baby what is this we are two star crossed bitsof an equation
Is it that you're shining
Is it your endgame talk
You're like a suntan in 
NovemberOr 
December in 
New YorkI will tune in to the radio
To hear some guy on some showsing like chocolate
No its not my job to be sentimental
Yeah, I swear it was accidentalit just turned out like that
Is it that you're shining
Is it your endgame talk
You're like a suntan in 
NovemberOr 
December in 
New YorkI know 
I should be spitting bitter
Just for interest it's more fittingfor a girl like me
But I am standing here
Amid politics and tearsand 
I'm shouting loudly
The dustcart is slugging
Its way around the cornerin the morning
And if you listen close
You'll hear the fairylights and smokeof the 
East Coast calling
Is it that you're shining
Is it your endgame talk
You're like a suntan in 
NovemberOr 
December in 
New YorkDecember in 
New YorkDecember in 
New York