First I take my finger
And put it on your skin
Makes a little white mark
And then it turns to red again
So if you`re lazy on a Sunday
And you got nothin` to do
And you wanna get a sunburn
Come on up to the roof
I think your nose is peelin`
The sun is hot and clear
The city`s fairly steamin`
I can taste your skin from here
So if you`re lazy on a Sunday
Any Tuesday`ll do
And you wanna get a Sunburn
Come on up to the roof
See, I was up here yesterday
Saw some pigeons on a power line
Looked like notes upon a music paper
I wrote it down
I guess Manhatten
Gets the last line
Sounds like...