You can take me out to a club downtown
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Where the DJ's spinnin' the latest sound
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Buy me somethin' ridic-o-lous
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And order me a mocha cappu-frivolous
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But I need something pure
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Like a warm and sunny geographical cure
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Well Times Square ain't what it used to be
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Brooklyn's gotten so damn trendy
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I grew up in the boogie-down Bronx, so what?
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And mayor Bloomberg's kickin' my butt
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Subway's tracks I can't endure
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I need a warm and sunny geographical cure
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So take me down to the southern hemisphere
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Where things don't run so well like they do here
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You can show up late but still be on time
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Live your life but not lose your mind
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It's all a blur in my geographical cure
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You can take me to the MoMA on a Saturday
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But all these tourists are gettin' in my way
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The hustle and the bustle once were my friends
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But now I turn my iPod up to 10
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Oh things and like they were
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I need a warm and sunny geographical cure
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So take me down to the southern hemisphere
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Where things don't run so well like they do here
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You can show up late but still be on time
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Live your life but not lose your mind
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It's all a blur in my geographical cure
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Well things ain't like they were
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I need a warm and sunny geographical cure
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Geographical Cure
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Lucy Woodward |