Friends of Friends - Hospitality

I don't wanna go

Down to 14th street

In old New York

I'd rather be home

Find it's all the same

Crowded bars and planes

New Amsterdam and tall rich men

March is cold

And your girlfriend's coming home

But you've got

Friends that are new friends

And friends that are old friends

And friends looking out

Got a cheap dress on

With a wrinkled sleeve

My hat and glove

My money please

Oh and March is cold

Feel the burnt black air

I'd rather be home

My president's there

When I call you don't pick up anymore

But I've got

Friends that are new friends

And friends that are old friends

And friends looking out

When I call you don't pick up anymore

But I've got

Friends that are new friends

And friends that are old friends

And friends looking out