The Met

Okay, Nick, you're now inside a
Secret small apartment
Up in Sugar Hill
My sister, Myrtle, said you were a ten
You're a four
When Tom and Myrtle got here
They went straight into the bedroom
And they're in there still
These are the McKees
They like to watch

So, I'm stuck making small talk
While they f-k a few feet away
Smilin' at strangers
Who all look at me like I'm their prey
I close my eyes but all I see's
The glowing face of Daisy Fay
Mr McKee has taken 227 photographs of me!
228!

I never should've come here
As my palms begin to sweat
I need a dose of culture
And I need a cigarette
Oh, they really
Should've dropped me
At the Met

I'm not drinkin'
I'm not drinking alone!
Oh, love the dress! Love!
This crazy old thing?
I just slip it on when I don't really care what I look like
The tag's still on it! Ha ha ha ha ha!

I said "Just one drink"
But if I lowball it
I'm guessin' this is number three
Bedroom's free if you wanna shake the sheets with Catherine
All that I can think of is the
Ill-considered favor Gastsby
Asked of me
In the bedroom lighting, I'm an eight!

When I got here
I should've said I wouldn't be staying long
Everyone is flirtin' now
And they're all comin' on too strong
At least the Midwest blessed me
With a stellar sense of right and wrong
Mrs McKee and I have an open relationship
She has sex with other people
And I'm open to it

I need a cup of coffee
As the sun begins to set
They sang "Ain't We Got Fun" so loud
It sounded like a threat
Oh, they really
Should've dropped me
At the Met

Jay Gatsby
The millionaire on Long Island
He's a five
But would you go to tea with him?
No!
But only because tea makes me vomit!
I'd love to do more work on Long island
If I could gain
Entry

People disappear and reappear
And then they lose each other in the fray
Hey, do you like polo ponies?
Tom!
They search for each other and are
Reunited only a few feet away
That's my sister!
Oh, relax, Myrtle!

There's a flash and I crash
Over the oversized furniture
I look around for Catherine
And I find that I'm on top of her
And all of this is captured
By the beady-eyed photographer
I wanna capture your musk!

Who stalks me like a vulture
Here's a night I'll soon regret
She's got another bottle
So this isn't over yet
Oh, they really
Should've dropped me
At the Met

Don't you treat me that way!
Don't you flirt with my sister!
Oh, cool it, Myrtle!
Oh, would you do that to Daisy, Huh?
You don't mention Daisy!
Oh, why not?
You take shots at George every chance you can get!
But Daisy's off limits?
I'm warning you, Myrtle!
Daisy, Daisy, Daisy!
I'll say it whenever I want!
Daisy-
Oh!

You broke my nose!
You broke my nose
You broke my sister's nose!
It- It was an accident!
Don't touch her!
You touch me, I'll call the cops!

If I wondered whether Tom's
An asshole
Tom's an asshole
He removed all doubt
And Gatsby's proposition is the
Only thing my spinning mind can think about
I just sink in a sofa
As the night grows more dim
God, what a coward
Should have torn the bastard limb from limb
But maybe there's another way
That I can still get back at him

Yes
Please connect me with Jay Gatsby