What would it be like if, if I did not have a boyfriend
Late to rise
Just to hear themselves talk and I am drifting through
I am waking up in her bed
I sing 1st avenue
Lying here watching the day go by in the living room
We can try, try each other on in the privacy
We can kiss, kiss goodnight
There are people on the carpet having stupid conversations
Within New York city's walls
The open window said always late to sleep
And we can go home wondering
We could spend the whole night