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

If 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'

And I can taste your skin from here

So, if you're lazy on a Sunday

Any Tuesday'll do

If you wanna get a sunburn

Come on up to the roof

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 Manhattan gets the last line

Now, it sounds like