Friday's humming summer and the whiskey sun is running out the night sky
I am here watching your form slowly pacing in the dawn as all the stars die
Yeah you're like a hit, you are tailored just to fit the changing season
Baby what is this, we are two star crossed bits of an equation

Is it that you're shining, is it your endgame talk
You're like a suntan in November or December in New York

I will tune in to the radio to hear some guy on some show sing like chocolate
No its not my job to be sentimental, yeah, I swear it was accidental, it just turned out like that

Is it that you're shining, is it your endgame talk
You're like a suntan in November or December in New York

I know I should be spitting bitter, just for interest it's more fitting for a girl like me
But I am standing here amid politics and tears and I'm shouting loudly
The dustcart is slugging its way around the corner in the morning
And if you listen close you'll hear the fairylights and smoke of the East Coast calling

Is it that you're shining, is it your endgame talk
You're like a suntan in November or December in New York
December in New York
December in New York