Baby cut me off like a car You hate the smell of cigars My old english breath Gave you whatever you want I know I act like a cunt But I just love you to death I’m the jealous archetype I wear my heart just like a stripe You suck at leaving me at rest While sleeping soundly on my chest Brooklyn (new york) Where in the books do they mention About the lovely invention Call the human heart Maybe When we are older and greying We'll spend our life in the city But how the hell do we start?