Springtime Lyrics & Chords By Imani Coppola

You should be happy for your lips
You should be happy for your hips
You should be happy for your tits
But it ain't payin the rent
Nah, it ain't paying the rent

Where'd you learn how to walk?
Must've been in the dead of winter in New York City
Only some honey who's got no money can look so pretty
Only somebody whose got no heat can act so sweet
Come on over, I'll fix you something to eat

Springtime, New York City
Livin' is easy, lovin' is free
It's springtime, New York
New York City, fuckin' New York

It's springtime, New York City
Livin' is easy, lovin' is free
It's springtime, New York
New York City, fuckin' New York

You can feed an army with your eyes
You can break a brick wall with your thighs
You can start a fire with your strut
You can break a neck with your butt
But, but it ain't paying the rent
Nah, ain't paying the rent

Woman, you better sit your ass down
When you're every guys bedtime lullaby, you better skip town
Gotta get a better pair of shoes for all that runnin' around
You better drive your winter ways back into the ground
Let's go pick up your soul at the lost and found

Springtime, New York City
Livin' is easy, lovin' is free
It's springtime, New York
New York City, fuckin' New York

It's springtime, New York City
Livin' is easy, lovin' is free
It's springtime, New York
New York City, fuckin' New York

Springtime, New York City
Livin' is easy, lovin' is free
It's springtime, New York
New York City, fuckin' New York

It's springtime, New York City
Livin' is easy, lovin' is free
It's springtime, New York
New York City

It's springtime, New York City
Livin' is easy, lovin' is free
It's springtime, New York
New York City, fuckin' New York

It's springtime
And you ain't got a dime
It ain't paying the rent, nah
Try a little harder, 'cause you're barely alive
Word of advice: get a job, biatch