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A perfect model New York City I feel alive and kinda pretty On this sunny Sunday evening when no worries being done I put my feet on the ground, you make self and turn around As I pass an empty square, no one can see 'Cause no one's there But when you walk on by through a city lights I'm on fire, you're like dynamite You walk like a lion yellow man I see myself holding your hand You mesmerize me when I come undone You warm me like the sun Even your walk has its own groove That draws me deeply into you I don't know where you're coming from You've got my heart beat like a drum 'Cause when you walk on by through a city lights Baby, I'm on fire, you're like dynamite Yeah, when you walk on by through a city lights I'm on fire till you're right on sight From Letras Mania