If the city never sleeps, 

I guess I’ll never sleep with you 
But why the hell would i want to?
You’re not interesting 
And you’re not even that nice to me
So when you’re done confessing 
Your love for me, or rather strange infatuation 
I say, that even if the city sleeps 
That I’ll still never sleep with you 
Even if you’re out on my snowy porch each night 
I still won’t let you in,
I’ll simply tell you not to let the bedbugs bite
If the city never sleeps 
I guess I’ll never sleep with you
So why the hell should I have to?
You’re not that good looking
And you don’t have good taste in anything