I'm the hero of the story, don't need to be saved...

Summer in the city... means cleavage cleavage cleavage 

And I start to miss you, baby, sometimes 

I've been staying up and drinking in a late night establishment 

Telling strangers personal things 

Summer in the city, I'm so lonely lonely lonely 

So I went to a protest just to rub up against strangers 

And I did feel like coming but I also felt like crying 

It doesn't seem so worth it right now

When it's summer in the city
And you're so long gone from the city
I start to miss you, baby, sometimes