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New Yorkers have roommates much longer than most other people in this country (high rents).
lyrics
Some roommates think they're living in sin
Some roommates don't know where to begin
Some roommates hit the dirt, they don't even flirt
Some roommates skip their lunch, go straight for dessert
Some roommates got a positive mind
Some roommates gonna make me go blind
Some roommates hard to call, they're so wacked out
Some roommates never whisper, they jump and they shout
Some roommates (sha-la-la-la) pay their bills (sha-la-la-la)
Some roommates (sha-la-la-la) get their thrills, get their thrills, they pay their bills
Some roommates have respect, they clean up their rooms
Some roommates got no time to pick up a broom
Some roommates stomp the floor, they don't even snore
Some roommates hits the scene and beg to be mean
Some roommates don't know where to begin
Some roommates think they're living in sin
Some roommates hit the dirt, they don't even flirt
Some roommates skip their lunch, go straight for dessert
Some roommates (sha-la-la-la) pay their bills (sha-la-la-la)
Some roommates (sha-la-la-la) get their thrills, get their thrills, they pay their bills
credits
from
The Streets Are For Keeps,
released September 10, 2005
All vocals, guitars, bass, drums and percussion by Francis Friday
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