You used to live in New York City Then you moved to L.A.
But you still miss the streets Where you used to play
So you hurry on back there You even leave your pool and your car
Only to find you no longer belong Oh, don't you know what you are?
You hit the streets at midnight Still dancin' after dawn
But somethin' seems to be missin' Just what are you runnin' from?
Do you like your love in the dark Or laid out in the sun?
When you can't make up your mind Don't you know what you become?
Bicoastal, miss the natural speed of the city
Bicoastal, California's fine if you're pretty
You can always hear me singin' Oh, say, can you see?
From the towers of Manhattan To the hills of Beverly
All those girls on TV movies All those boys on Broadway
When you can't make up your mind You know you'd go either way
Bicoastal, miss the natural speed of the city
Bicoastal, California's fine if you're pretty
Bicoastal, when both are so much fun Why do you have to pick one?
Bicoastal, miss the natural speed of the city
Bicoastal, California's fine if you're pretty
Bicoastal, when both are so much fun Tell me, why do you have to pick one?
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