Lou Reed In My City - Love Of Lesbian

No I wish, go to these days, to that fire, go

By the streets of my city

Now I wish, go to these days, to that fire, go

By the streets of my city, how I wish, how I wish

A day lying in my storm

Still fly alone like I’ve allways done

It s just the kind of things i love

So proud of myself

I’m the opposite of you

So you appear in certain forms

It allways hurts so i destoy it

These are that kind of things I avoid

When a motherfucker took me a photograph of you

And i looked back

A girl that never smiled

It was the day that star played in our city, again

And I saw that night

And all these treasures inside

Ironicly it was me looking so stupid

Then I, used to be, surrounded by your arms…

And now I feel and I wonder where’s that fire

No, I wish go to these days, to that fire, go

By the streets of my city

Now I wish, go to these days, to that fire, go

By the streets of my city, how I wish, how I wish

Then I, used to be, surrounded by your arms…

No, I wish go to these days, to that fire, go

By the streets of my city

Now I wish, go to these days, to that fire, go

By the streets of my city, how I wish, how I wish