You should be happy for your lips You should be happy for your hips You should be happy for your tits But it ain't payin the rent... Nah Ain't paying the rent Where'd you learn how to walk? Must've been in the dead of winter in New York City Only some honey who's got no money can look so pretty Only somebody whose got no heat can act so sweet Come on over, I'll fix you something to eat Springtime New York City, livin is easy, lovin is free It's springtime, New York, New York City, fuckin New York [x2] You can feed an army with your eyes You can break a brick wall with your thighs You can start a fire with your strut You can break a neck with your butt butt But it ain't paying the rent Nah, ain't paying the rent Woman.. you better sit your ass down When you're every guys bed time lullaby you better skip town Gotta get a better pair of shoes for all that runnin around You better drive your winter ways back into the ground Let's go pick up your soul at the lost and found (Lost and found) (Did you find it?) Springtime New York City, livin is easy, lovin is free It's springtime, New York, New York City, New York Where did i put my soul? Must be rouding somewhere Where did i put that soul? Maybe it's in my hair, hair.. Springtime New York City, livin is easy, lovin is free It's springtime New York, (New york) New York City, fuckin New York. [x3] It's springtime And you ain't got a dime It ain't paying the rent, nah Try a little harder, 'cause you're barely alive Word of advice: get a job, biatch