The Blue Raccoon

Saturday, May 31, 2008

Regina Spektor must know Carytown on a hot day...

...but she's also missed somebody who means the world.

Summer in the city means cleavage cleavage cleavage
And I start to miss you, baby, sometimes
I’ve been staying up and drinking in a late night establishment
Telling strangers personal things

Summer in the city, I’m so lonely lonely lonely
So I went to a protest just to rub up against strangers
And I did feel like coming but I also felt like crying
It doesn’t seem so worth it right now

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