New York City Is Like This Aunt Bea
If you are raised in a friendly small town like me
New York City is a difficult place to be
Saying “hello to every stranger” you see,
Earns you wicked glares and stares, Aunt Bea.
Worse, they will cross the street in a non-talking people sea,
To not have to face you, not have to hear you, and to get away from thee.
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