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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 From Letras Mania