What was it I saw in New York?   I'm not the same no more   How will I hide these feelings inside   Call my girl on the phone   Neon lights shine bright   Taxi cabs glide by   Aeroplanes they fly, high up in the sky   Pretty girl says "Hi...   What's the worst job you've had?   What do you read?   What's driving you mad?"      Met the cigarette girl- took a note of her charms   But no cigar   Met the Indie-Cool Queen   Took me out of the bar   And showed me the scene   My little girl I can't find   She's five hours behind   It's the singer not the song   "Something's gone wrong"   Said the spider to the fly   Do I like this girl?   It's such a big world   I like the tone of her voice   I loved the sound of her voice      When I get back to London from outer space   Will it fall into place?   I'll hold onto my smile   Find my girl in a while   Look myself in the face   Don't know what you see   Am I playing in your movie?   You're in my magazine   Are you talking to me?   CHICKFACTOR