Melody Dean Amanda Palmer

I never met a lady
Quite as pretty as Melody Dean
And when I laid my head
Down on her heart
It beated out your name
And so I had to listen
To her heartbeat
Several hundred times
And she was very nice about it
Held my hand and didn't mind

I never put my foot in the same river twice
I don’t like getting wet
You take the good
You take the bad
You take it all
And that is all you get
The fact is you would rather I be lonely
In a bathtub with a book
The fact is you would rather I sat pining
On our pictures from New York
New York, New York, New York

But I get torn to pieces
For the stupidest reasons
All I want's to love the one I'm with
Just like the song says