Growing up, you pick me up and say
I've never looked so old
That I look nice
And in my eyes you can’t help but see my soul
I can't stay here, but I'll never love it more
It’s just a few more stops at the corner store
Baby, kick your shoes off at my front door
I hope you visit me when I'm in New York
Well, I just cried
Singing while the band plays the song about you
And I froze up
Because I thought I saw you walking 10th Avenue
I can't stay here, but I'll never love it more
It's just a few more stops at the corner store
Baby, kick your shoes off at my front door
I hope you visit me when I'm in New York
I'm dancing free
You look at me and say you've never loved me more
We’re good at being young, it’s such a chore
We're no good at growing up, it’s such a bore
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