Lyrics
Did you grow up lonesome and one of a kind?
Were your records all you had to pass the time?
Or maybe you were taken by the mysteries of New Orleans?
Or the uptight, rowdy girls of Lower Chelsea?
And we're hustling under but we live in the city
And we keep it down when we take a beating
Yeah, we keep it down with the radio on
And if you find a good man, don't take him home
When you're working full-time
And spending all of your nights never dancing like you did
While the gravity hangs on all the selling points you had
Shoulda stayed and been the Queen of Lower Chelsea
Did you grow up a good girl
You daddy's pride?
Did you make all the right moves
Take all the right drugs right on time?
American girls, they want the whole world
They want every last little light in New York City
But we're hustling under and we're fast asleep
And we keep it down when we take a beating
Yeah, we keep it down with the radio on
And if you find a good man, don't take him home
When you're working full-time
And spending all of your nights never dancing like you did
While the gravity hangs on all the selling points you had
Shoulda stayed and been the Queen of Lower Chelsea
Well they say these days
Nothing comes cheap
And everything has a price
Everything has a price
Nothing is free
Not even me
When you're working full-time
And spending all of your nights never dancing like you did
While the gravity hangs on all the selling points you had
Shoulda stayed and been the Queen of Lower Chelsea
When you're working full-time
And spending all of your nights never dancing like you did
While the gravity hangs on all the selling points you had
Shoulda stayed and been the Queen of Lower Chelsea
