It was a slick, black, summer night Something like you've never seen
It was the smell of burning rubber and a lung full of nicotine
***, the rent's overdue And the landlord's coming through
Looking for me
Man, it's hard to find your way When you're living in the big city
It's so hard to find your place When you're living in the big city
Good God, another girl from 42nd Street
And I know, and I know, and I know it's wrong To keep flirting with uncertainty
What's the matter with you? What's the matter with me?
How do you fall in love so easily?
And it's hard to find your way When you're living in the big city
It's so hard to find your place When you're living in the big city
It gets harder every day When you're living in the big city
Ah, I'm living in the big city
I wanna do what's in my heart You gotta do it for the money
I wanna do it for the art
I wanna do what's in my heart But it's left me so damn sore
Big city
It's so hard to find your place When you're living in the big city
Is it worth the price you pay To be living in the big city?
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