I wanna live and die In a small apartment On the fifteen floor By the New York sky rise But when I talk to you At the office party You said you couldn't move Cause your boss needs you around I wanna spend all night In a cheap motel room We can live and sin If you really want to 'Cause I've been thinking hard 'Bout doing something About the way I've felt The past two years or so If you wanna walk away just do so softly I ain't in the mood to talk so get up off me No one ever leaves their home to go somewhere they detest Come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on