First I take my finger

And put it on your skin

Makes a little white mark

And then it turns to red again



So if you're lazy on a Sunday

And you got nothin' to do

And you wanna get a sunburn

Come on up to the roof



I think your nose is peelin'

The sun is hot and clear

The city's fairly steamin'

I can taste your skin from here



So if you're lazy on a Sunday

Any Tuesday'll do

And you wanna get a Sunburn

Come on up to the roof



See, I was up here yesterday

Saw some pigeons on a power line

Looked like notes upon a music paper

I wrote it down

I guess Manhatten

Gets the last line

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