While I'm at this funeral You're in New York I've been dividing my grieving You're sleeping with a mutual friend I dreamed that I kissed your mouth And you thought about me Over Christmas Oh, you might know who I am But I know who you are Your heart is in your art And mine's in New York I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve You're sleeping with a mutual friend And I want to be with you again And again And again I've thought about you a lot lately So flash me your metal smile I'm thinking about you You're thinking about New York Though to you your friend was hurt To him I owe him money Will you pay back the thirty dollars That he thinks I owe him? But I don't owe him anything If you had a funeral I'd be there with bells on La la la la la... If I had a funeral Would you even care? Would you wear your silver dress? Would you actually wear lipstick? Would you lie upon my grave? And be there with bells on So you could ring me from this life? From this life From this life So you could ring me from this life