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Oh, Julian I hope when I grow up I'm like you Oh, Julian Coolest motherfucker in the room Ditch the band Let's go get stoned You don't even have to walk me home Just teach me everything you know Teleport to New York on a Tuesday night Wanna see how the city looks through your eyes You and your leather jacket You're the king of Manhattan Wanna walk in your shoes Wanna share your mind Dive bar, bum a smoke if you need a light I always got some matches Ain't rock n roll romantic? Oh, Julian I get lonely sometimes just like you Oh, Julian They don't understand you like I do Ditch your plans Letras de cancionesLet's see the Mets Don't like sports but I'll pretend I'm just happy that we're friends Teleport to New York on a Tuesday night Wanna see how the city looks through your eyes You and your leather jacket You're the king of Manhattan Wanna walk in your shoes Wanna share your mind Dive bar, bum a smoke if you need a light I always got some matches Ain't rock n roll romantic? Ain't rock n roll romantic? Julian, you're so— From Letras Mania