Denise Van Outen Lyrics
"First Letter Home"

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Mum, I'm mad about Manhattan
I've already been out dancing
There's so much going on here
Every day is an event

I went into a deli
And I had this salt beef sandwich
Well, I very nearly fainted, Mum
It was the size of Kent

I can't keep writing letters
It's slow and so old fashioned
You have to go online, Mum
Make life easier for me

There's no need to be frightened
Any idiot can log on
You managed very well
Going from vinyl to CD

Girls, I've got this small apartment
It's not quite "Friends" or "Frasier"
I don't think it would cut the ice
With many New York men

I tried to go out clubbing
But I felt like such a saddo
They say this city never sleeps
But I'm in bed by 10

When are you coming over?
The shopping here is brilliant
I've got Jimmy Choo's and Fendi
They were going for a song

Well, I got them on Canal Street
But just like sex for one, girls
Solo retail therapy
Don't scratch the itch for long

The latest craze for singles
Is something called speed dating
Twenty blokes an hour
Must be one there meant for me

Look, I know I sound quite desperate
But it could be such a giggle
I might find Mr. Right, girls
Well, I might find two or three
This song is from the album "Tell Me on a Sunday".