Dilettante - St. Vincent

my bank in my back pocket
how far you think it’d take us?
you’re like the party i heard through a wall 
i’m always watching you through a keyhole
let’s not forget why we crawled here 

Annie introduced this as her “love letter to New York City…with a little hate-mail.”

italian shoes like these rubes know the difference
suitcase of cash in the back of my stick shift 
i had to be the best of the bourgeoisie
now my kingdom for a cup of coffee 

takeabpow:

St. Vincent - Dilettante

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mani-thepansy:

St. Vincent - Marry Me