This guy is a funny shade of violet
That's about as dark as it gets here
A summer night in the city
The lights are looking so
pretty down there
I'm in the middle of my life here
You'll have to call me back another year
We can get together for lunch,
have some coffee or a little brunch.
Baby, yeah.
Baby, yeah.
Baby, yeah.
Hey little boy on the avenue,
do you know that I'm looking at you?
You are looking hot and sweaty
and I bet you're in your mid
-t wenties like me.
We can get together for lunch,
have some coffee or a little brunch
We're in the middle of our lives here,
and they'll have to call us
back another year
Baby, yeah
Boy on the Avenue
My boss, called me up today
He wants me to work 40 hours
And I don't wanna play his little game
I just want to play with the
bugs and the flowers
Stare at the wall for hours
Hey, light the man up
Oh, you want to fire me?
Oh, that's okay
I don't want to work today
or ever again
No I don't want to work today
No, no, no
Maybe I'll take my guitar
down to the subway
I'll play a little ditty or two
for the tired commuters
Cause they're stuck in their lives
They're in those stuffy grey boxes
In their high -heeled shoes
And in their little J .Crew boxes
And maybe if I sing true
They'll remember what
it's like to be free again
Don't you wanna be free again?
Cos the sky is a funny shade of violet
It's about as dark as it gets here
A summer night in the city
The lights are looking so pretty
Down there
Yeah, oh, oh
Little boy on the avenue
Won't you sit on my rooftop
with me tonight
Looking over the pretty city lights
And if you just hold me tight
Everything will be alright
Underneath this violet, violet, violet sky
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