Tragic City Songtext
von Something for Rockets

I know you so well like a seed in the field
Keep it undercover to disguise your own tears
Nights in Manhattan in an alphabet light
Only seeing double through predictable eyes
I like to ask about your other man
To see what you′re not saying, can I be one of them?
And then you laugh as if to pretend
You don't know what I′m thinking when we get into bed

I'm the darling of the tragic city
I don't want you but I know you want me
Sugar mama in a loft on Crosby
Be my lady, be my lady for free


Everyone′s got that thing, babe, I got mine
No one ever go out to the end of the night
Everyone′s got that thing, babe, I got mine
Oh, no one ever go out to the end of the night
Take some more pills and drink some more wine
But no, you'll never see me to the end of the night
Everyone′s got that thing, babe, I got mine
Oh, no one ever go out to the end of the night

I'm the darling of the tragic city
I don′t want you but I know you want me
Sugar mama in a loft on Crosby
Be my lady, be my lady for free

Be my lady, be my lady for free
Be my lady, be my lady for free
Be my lady, be my lady for free
Be my lady, be my lady for free
Be my lady, be my lady for free
Be my lady, be my lady for free
Be my lady, be my lady for free
Be my lady, be my lady for free