[00:18]Los Angeles， she is a lady,
[00:24]All dresses up, for a riot.
[00:28]With a handle remote control,
[00:32]She is flipping stations,
[00:35]Watching car chasings,
[00:40]Watching car chasings.
[00:48]Seattle, she is lonely,
[00:53]Waiting in the northern worlds,
[00:58]Soaking wet and grief,
[01:03]Drinking caffeine.
[01:26]New York, New York,
[01:32]She is resilliant(???) and rough.
[01:36]Hanging out under the street lights,
[01:40]And laughing,
[01:45]And laughing, laughing,
[01:50]laughing at the days that come.
[01:56]She is laughing, laughing,
[02:02]laughing at the days that come.
[02:06]San Francisco, she wears fish nets,
[02:12]And high high heels.
[02:16]With the lips, open wide,
[02:21]As she breath, out of sight.
[02:26]Moving slowly down the street,
[02:31]With her back, to the east,
[02:35]With a heart on her sleeve,
[02:40]And her face to the sea.
[02:46]With a heart on her sleeve,
[02:51]And her face,
[02:57]to the sea.