Thursday, July 2, 2020

Lines of Snow and Popping Corks

"Baby won't you take me there
Make it like you really care
I am feeling good up there
Just keep the diamonds in my hair
Make me feel good right now
Like everything does in this town
Lines of snow and popping corks
Money, drugs in old New York."
Moby, New York, New York

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