City girls are all the same
They play you like a pinball game
Oh what a summer
Making love to make believe
Their hearts are on not up their sleeves
Oh what a summer to lie
Under violet or to guys that ask for your number
Oh would you wonder why
If I paid a hundred dollars for the chance to see you cry
And a hundred more to see you cry again 'stead a singing
No no body's warmer to the touch than hers but you'll never
Know know anything as cold as the heart of a city girl
This imaginary friend
Can't remember he's pretend
Oh what a summer to lie
Under neon and glass or to me as I ask for your number
Oh would you wonder why
If I paid a hundred dollars for the chance to see you cry
And a hundred more to see ya cry again 'stead a singing
No no body's warmer to the touch than hers but you'll never
Know know anything as cold as the heart of a city girl
We took a hammer and chisel to the cornerstone
'Cause the building had to come down
In a show more pretty than practical
For to satisfy the city girls around
Oh it was beautiful but it fell too soon
Took a few good men and left these city guys
Who would pay a hundred dollars for the chance to see you cry
And a hundred more to see you cry again 'stead a singing
No no body's warmer to the touch than hers but you'll never
Know know anything as cold as the heart of a city girl
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City girls are all the same
They play you like a pinball game
Oh what a summer
Making love to make believe
Their hearts are on not up their sleeves
Oh what a summer to lie
Under violet or to guys that ask for your number
Oh would you wonder why
If I paid a hundred dollars for the chance to see you cry
And a hundred more to see you cry again 'stead a singing
No no body's warmer to the touch than hers but you'll never
Know know anything as cold as the heart of a city girl
This imaginary friend
Can't remember he's pretend
Oh what a summer to lie
Under neon and glass or to me as I ask for your number
Oh would you wonder why
If I paid a hundred dollars for the chance to see you cry
And a hundred more to see ya cry again 'stead a singing
No no body's warmer to the touch than hers but you'll never
Know know anything as cold as the heart of a city girl
We took a hammer and chisel to the cornerstone
'Cause the building had to come down
In a show more pretty than practical
For to satisfy the city girls around
Oh it was beautiful but it fell too soon
Took a few good men and left these city guys
Who would pay a hundred dollars for the chance to see you cry
And a hundred more to see you cry again 'stead a singing
No no body's warmer to the touch than hers but you'll never
Know know anything as cold as the heart of a city girl
They play you like a pinball game
Oh what a summer
Making love to make believe
Their hearts are on not up their sleeves
Oh what a summer to lie
Under violet or to guys that ask for your number
Oh would you wonder why
If I paid a hundred dollars for the chance to see you cry
And a hundred more to see you cry again 'stead a singing
No no body's warmer to the touch than hers but you'll never
Know know anything as cold as the heart of a city girl
This imaginary friend
Can't remember he's pretend
Oh what a summer to lie
Under neon and glass or to me as I ask for your number
Oh would you wonder why
If I paid a hundred dollars for the chance to see you cry
And a hundred more to see ya cry again 'stead a singing
No no body's warmer to the touch than hers but you'll never
Know know anything as cold as the heart of a city girl
We took a hammer and chisel to the cornerstone
'Cause the building had to come down
In a show more pretty than practical
For to satisfy the city girls around
Oh it was beautiful but it fell too soon
Took a few good men and left these city guys
Who would pay a hundred dollars for the chance to see you cry
And a hundred more to see you cry again 'stead a singing
No no body's warmer to the touch than hers but you'll never
Know know anything as cold as the heart of a city girl
Writer: JOSHUA RITTER
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.