if you can make it there, you’ll make it anywhere
Back in the day I spent a lot of time in New York. Why? It’s where the money is.
Some say you haven’t lived until you’ve died in New York. And that somewhere between living and dreaming there lies New York. All I know is that New York may be the city that never sleeps, but it certainly sleeps around.
Please listen with care ~ The Big Apple can be dangerous to the unwary.
some sights you just have to see
to get around New York, rent a limousine
And the crow called the raven black
And he was far too certain of himself.
Some say that only a geordie boy is a real man. And that whoever wants to relax in the south is a wanker. All I know is that it gets cold in the sunshine here.
where the crow commands the captive must obey
I like American women. They do things that French women never do ~ like showering.
It occurs to me that my expectations are usually way off what is likely to happen, my manners and mores are ridiculously old-fashioned, and my standards are way too high for any girl to reasonably meet. Does that make me wrong, or stupid, or just English?
Being an older English guy isn’t always a bed of roses. And being a cool English guy in the USA can make one realise why England and America are two countries separated by a common language. More than half the time American woman have no idea what the
fuck hell I’m talking about.
On the other hand, dating an American woman is so much better than dating a Parisienne girl. Body odour and the smell of cigarette smoke tend to follow them around like a personal raincloud.
I love American women. Just not necessarily in New York.
the circle line is cool too