I'll trust as far as I can spit You can read deep into it New York nightlife isn't shit without a storyboard I don't think much impresses me like a drunk celebrity You just fall down and fall asleep like the rest (of us) On your way out, don't bother picking up your tab It's a stake out There's hanging on with bated breath, you're just milking this to death So sad I have to disappoint, her name is not a selling point The drinks are better in this joint where everyone's a friend Not that the nightlife isn't great and if I seem to be irate, I don't have tolerance for fakes:what's to say On your way out, don't bother picking up your tab It's a stake out Your hanging on with bated breath, you're just milking this to death Somewhere the novelty wore thin When every city I was in there was an actor soaked in gin with and entourage This is my home away from home so get a barstool of your own I'll watch you sinking like a stone:what a sight On your way out, don't bother picking up your tab It's a stake out Hanging on with bated breath your just milking this for: Access, what little we possess Any other pays the cover but it wouldn't be the same Excess, destined to impress You can follow every model but you always try to hover near fame