West 88th Street (Live)

A letter in girl's handwriting, addressed to me
She put the pen to the paper, just for me
I wonder if she signed it with love, capital, cursive L
I hold the envelope to the sunshine, but I still can't tell

A letter in girl's writing, addressed West 88th Street
She don't like the words she says, but she likes what they mean
I am still smitten, I want you every day
It just stinks we're living so far away

And to me she is like a brand new favorite song
That the DJ promised would soon come on
I wanna hear the whole thing so bad
I sit and wait and listen, to the ads

A letter in girl's handwriting, woo hoo hoo



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Gerard Healy
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