New York Bars - Brenda Russell

In the New York bars

Hangin' with the stars

Bringin' this ol' cold

But nobody knows, oh

Will the let me in?

Do I fit the trend?

Will I make the grade

Or will they hesitate?

Whoa-oh-oh

Well it’s sad but true

There’s an attitude

Not worth talking to, oh

It’s a changing world

Where love’s not getting in

So we must begin

To write it down again

I know this

Your sweet kiss

Will make it all go away (whoa-oh)

Make it all go aw-

Is the master plan

Getting out of hand?

Has it really gone

To the head of man?

Whoh

How do you tell a child

Society is wild?

How to find the road

To the meadow?

I know this

Will your sweet kiss

Make it all go away (whoa-oh)

Make it all go aw-

Make it all go away

(ad libs)

Get a hold of yourself

There’s nobody else, no

Get a, get a car

And a credit card, oh

Don’t lose that number

It’s my identity

So powers that be

Can keep track of me

I know this

Will your sweet kiss

Make it all go away

Whoa-oh

Make it all go away

Make it all go aw-

In the New York bars

Hangin' with the stars