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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alison Mosshart
Alison Mosshart
Vocals
Jamie Hince
Jamie Hince
Programming
Paul Epworth
Paul Epworth
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alison Mosshart
Alison Mosshart
Songwriter
Jamie Hince
Jamie Hince
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jamie Hince
Jamie Hince
Producer
Paul Epworth
Paul Epworth
Producer
Riley MacIntyre
Riley MacIntyre
Recording Engineer
Robert Adam Stevenson
Robert Adam Stevenson
Additional Engineer
Tom Elmhirst
Tom Elmhirst
Mixing Engineer
Adam Hong
Adam Hong
Mixing Engineer
Chiara Ferracuti
Chiara Ferracuti
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Wait for me
Stay for me
You medicate my bad days
Hit all my highways
[Verse 2]
Speed for me
Bleed for me
Steal me away from all the bad guys
'Cause I'm nice
[PreChorus]
Down here on the Bowery
The city's got me feeling high
Got me where you want me
In your midnight eye
[PreChorus]
Always remember, honey
When you need a ride
You got me, got me, got me going
Got me running wild, 'cause
[Chorus]
Yeah
You taste just like New York
Before a storm takes hold
You race like you are high and armed
And I'm alarmed
But yeah, I bust my lips on yours
How sweet, the night is dark enough
We're only seeing stars
[Verse 3]
You're made for me
Come back, babe
Leave a knife in the heart of me
Every time you go
I can't keep my eyes on the road, oh-oh-oh
[PreChorus]
I'm awake and wanting
I'ma take something
Let it be you, you, you, you
[Chorus]
Yeah
You taste just like New York
Before a storm takes hold
You race like you are high and armed
And I'm alarmed
But yeah, I bust my lips on yours
How sweet, the night is dark enough
We're only seeing stars
You taste just like New York
[Bridge]
Boom, boom, boom
What you do, do, do to me
Ripping from the deepest root of me
It's easy for you to see
You got me where you want me
[Bridge]
Boom, boom, boom
What you do, do, do to me
Ripping from the deepest root of me
It's easy for you to see
You got me where you want me
[Chorus]
Yeah
You taste just like New York
Before a storm takes hold
You race like you are high and armed
And I'm alarmed
But yeah, I bust my lips on yours
How sweet, the night is dark enough
We're only seeing stars
[Outro]
You taste just like New York
You taste just like New York
You taste just like New York
And I'm alarmed
But yeah, I bust my lips on yours
How sweet, the night is dark enough
We're only seeing stars
Written by: Alison Mosshart, Jamie Hince
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