With four hungry children and a crop in the field I've had some bad times, lived through some sad times But this time your hurting won't heal "You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille" You picked a fine time

I'm in a New York state of mind. Out of touch with the rhythym and blues But now I need a little give and take The New York Times, the Daily News. It comes down to reality, and it's fine with me cause I've let it slide. I don't care if it's Chinatown or

She's just my kind of girl, she makes me feel fine She's just my kind of girl, without her I'm blue Look at her face, it's a wonderful face And it means something special to me Look at the way that she smiles when she sees me How lucky can one fellow be

I can't stop loving you, time passes quickly and chances are few I won't stop till I'm through loving you, girl Dance beneath the light with that look in your eyes Reflections in my mind, thoughts I can't define My heart is racing and the night goes on I

I'm in a New York state of mind Out of touch with the rhythm and blues But now I need a little give and take The New York Times, the Daily News It comes down to reality And it's fine with me cause I've let it slide I don't care if it's Chinatown or on

I'm so sorry for everything All night I lay on my pillow and pray For my boss to stop me in the hallway Lay my head on his shoulder and say Son, I've been hearing good things I wake up without warning and go flying around the house In my sauvignon

You gon' fuck around and leave 'em ruined like that RattPack the gang, they all on my back Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine I'ma give her that D Out with the homies, I be Sippin' on somethin', oh shit, I might need an IV Permanently, permanently

'Cause I'm not fine at all I remember the make-up running down your face And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them Like every single wish we ever made I wish that I could wake up with amnesia Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you And

Really think I found my home Shorty make me feel at home She made me leave the thrills at home And I'm fine with it She really made me lose control I'ma let my love unfold We're just two lost souls But we're fine with it Need a drink?

I can't explain it, but you're gonna love this So crazy outrageous, simply unstoppable Blah, yeah, simple Honey, I'm a fine boy, no pimples I've done deja-vu with the dimples And fuckin' everybody wants me on their single My mom 44 years with no wrinkles