I wasn't born a city girl
Wasn't raised that way
I grew up with shy suburban eyes
Looking away
And I can't complain
But I can't go back again
I met a girl who never had to
Light her own smokes
Met a boy who was glad to
Laugh at his own jokes
And in the pouring rain
When everybody looks the same
I am a city girl
I'm in love with the sound of the train
And there are feasts and there are famines ahead
You can lead or follow
When it comes down to sink or swim
You spit or swallow
And in the dying light
The city is black and white