Friday's humming summer and the whiskey sun is running out the night sky   I am here watching your form slowly pacing in the dawn as all the stars die   Yeah you're like a hit, you are tailored just to fit the changing season   Baby what is this, we are two star crossed bits of an equation      Is it that you're shining, is it your endgame talk   You're like a suntan in November or December in New York      I will tune in to the radio to hear some guy on some show sing like chocolate   No its not my job to be sentimental, yeah, I swear it was accidental, it just turned out like that      Is it that you're shining, is it your endgame talk   You're like a suntan in November or December in New York      I know I should be spitting bitter, just for interest it's more fitting for a girl like me   But I am standing here amid politics and tears and I'm shouting loudly   The dustcart is slugging its way around the corner in the morning   And if you listen close you'll hear the fairylights and smoke of the East Coast calling      Is it that you're shining, is it your endgame talk   You're like a suntan in November or December in New York   December in New York   December in New York