prince
all the critics love u in new york
You can dance if you want to, all the critics love you in New York You don't have to keep the beat, they'll still think it's neat, in New York You can wear what you want to, it doesn't matter, in New York You could cut off all your hair, I don't think they'd care, in New York  All the critics love you in New York  Why you can play what you want to, all the critics love you in New York They won't say that you're naive if you play what you believe, in New York Purple love-amour is all you're headed for, but don't show it The reason that you're cool  Is 'cause you're from the old school, and they know it  All the critics love you in New York  You can dance if you want to All the critics love you in New York All the critics love you  All the critics love you All the critics love you in New York  It's time for a new direction It's time for jazz to die Fourth day of November We need a purple high  Don't give up, I'll still love you  All the critics love you in New York All the critics love you in New York All the critics love you All the critics love you All the critics love you in New York  Body don't want to quit, gotta get another hit Body don't want to quit, gotta get another hit Body don't want to quit, gotta get another hit Body don't want to quit, gotta get another hit Uh-uh, yeah, yeah (Fuck me over)  All the critics love you All the critics love you All the critics love you in New York  What ya lookin' at, punk? Look out all you hippies, you ain't as sharp as me It ain't about the trippin', but the sexuality, turn it up  You can dance if you want to  All the critics love you in New York All the critics love you in New York (Yes, we're certain of it, he's definitely masturbating)  All the critics love you in New York Take a bath, hippies All the critics love you in New York All the critics love you in New York All the critics love you in New York All the critics love you in New York  New York  New York  New York  New York