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...