Burn My Return Ticket (The Rat Song)

Con-crete burns my feet skip the grass on the ground

Humidity eats away at me

And God, it's loud

A little south of the city is heaven on earth

If you're too shy to say it, I'll go first

Skin on grass, side eye, you blush

Summer sky opens up

It's just our luck

We grab our clothes and run, soaked to the bone

Now I have to burn my return ticket home

And I'm gonna stay in New York

I'm gonna build my dreams on skylines

With rights so big they talk

I fell in love here in New York

And truth be told I'm better in New York

With you

Oh

Oh

Race me to the backseat, but you forgot your car keys

My heart has never beat so hard

Your body does the talking and you nearly say, "

I love you." But you coward, you bow out, I don't mind

Now I have to burn my return ticket home

And I'm gonna stay in New York

I'm gonna build my dreams on skylines

With rights so big they talk

I fell in love here in New York

And truth be told I'm better in New York

So send a postcard to parliament

Because I'm not coming home

And I'm gonna stay in New York

I'm gonna build my dreams on skylines

With rights so big they talk

I fell in love here in New York

And truth be told I'm better in

Truth be told I'm better in

Truth be told I'm better in New York

With you