My Sid Vicious in a military jacket He is doin' drugs right here in front of everyone When he puts his arm around me, tells me I'm so pretty Makes me wet and we just met but I think I'm in love He's a rebel, tastes like heaven and tequila He's upset that no one's dancin', that's New York for ya When he says he's leavin' in the morning I play cool But I cannot stop thinkin' 'bout him, what is wrong with us? But you are probably used to this This shit happens all the time Three AM the lights come on And damn my heart is breaking All the moments never long enough I hope it's not the vodka when You say I'm on your mind 'Cause New York City hurts for you tonight I'm gonna ride it out, ohh Here it comes, the feelin' hits me hard like chronic I make coffee, do the dishes, stayin' busy But I don't sleep, I think about you and your tattoos And I'm tryin' to convince myself you miss me But you are probably used to this This shit happens all the time Three AM the lights come on And damn my heart is breaking All the moments never long enough I hope it's not the vodka when You say I'm on your mind 'Cause New York City hurts for you tonight And I'm gonna ride it out, oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, I'm gonna ride it out