What was it I saw in New York?

I'm not the same no more

How will I hide these feelings inside

Call my girl on the phone

Neon lights shine bright

Taxi cabs glide by

Aeroplanes they fly, high up in the sky

Pretty girl says "Hi...

What's the worst job you've had?

What do you read?

What's driving you mad?"



Met the cigarette girl- took a note of her charms

But no cigar

Met the Indie-Cool Queen

Took me out of the bar

And showed me the scene

My little girl I can't find

She's five hours behind

It's the singer not the song

"Something's gone wrong"

Said the spider to the fly

Do I like this girl?

It's such a big world

I like the tone of her voice

I loved the sound of her voice



When I get back to London from outer space

Will it fall into place?

I'll hold onto my smile

Find my girl in a while

Look myself in the face

Don't know what you see

Am I playing in your movie?

You're in my magazine

Are you talking to me?

CHICKFACTOR