I'd like to express my deepest gratitude
For your charity and your patience during my blues
I must confess, I still cry every morning
While every night
I just take a bunch of these trying to forget you

And don't tell me how you're the muse
to every fit boy in Soho
And I don't wanna hear about
how they show you a real good time
I'd rather imagine you on a stretcher
on your way to the emergency room
While you imagine me somewhere
high and laughing about you?

But it's alright, yes it's alright to cry about it
And it's mighty nice, yeah it's just fine if you wanna die
Cause there's no room in heaven
for California girls and mama's boys
Just like there ain't no room for me and you

And it's alright, yes it's alright to cry about it
And it's mighty nice, yeah it's just fine if you wanna die
Cause there's no room in heaven
for New York girls and mama's boys
Just like there ain't no room for me and you

But it's alright, yes it's alright to cry about it
And it's mighty nice, baby it's just fine if you wanna die
Cause there's no room in heaven
for the things that I did to you
Just like there ain't no room for me and you
Just like there ain't no room for me and you