Hamptons City Cowboy

I see you in a red light, tiny dancer
Through the smog, your soft uptown ballet
I get so deep inside my thoughts, you pull me out of them
How you drop in, treat our nights like a valet

You're just my downtown honey
Wall Street money
Hotel lobby
Champagne hobby
This speakeasy
Our band playing
Mod club baby
Might be what I'm living for

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oxford shirt, he moonlights in his denims
Just a Hampton City cowboy doing his thing
And in my sleep, he's asking me all the right questions
I turn on my side, say it's a fling

You're just my downtown honey
Wall Street money
Hotel lobby
Champagne hobby
This speak easy
Our band playing
Mod club baby
Might be what I'm living for

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah