we can touch 
touch our girl cheeks 
and we can hold hands 
like paper dolls 
we can try 
try eachother on 
in the privacy 
within new york city's walls 
we can kiss 
kiss goodnight 
and we can go home wondering 
what would it be like if 
if I did not have a boyfriend 
we could spend 
the whole night 
 
I am waking up 
in her bed 
I sing 1st avenue 
the open window said 
always late to sleep 
late to rise 
lying here watching the day go by 
in the living room 
there are people on the carpet 
having stupid conversations 
just to hear themselves talk 
and I am drifting through 
I am heading for the kitchen 
I am thinking of her fingers as I walk...