Monday morning I woke up
 I wasn't going to get up
 So I sat down on the floor
 Packed my suitcase full of fruits and booze
 Put on my new shoes and walked out the door
 I call a yellow cab to come and pick me up
 And take me to the airport
 I think I forgot to eat and to brush my teeth
 But I have my passport
 Girl, here comes trouble
 Love love love love love love in a bottle
 So girl, are you ready?
 For love, hate, heartbreak and kissing in the Big Apple
 This is the longest hour then plane and have shower
 And I feel pretty bad
 Watching a Clooney-DVD wish my girl would be happy
 I would hate to see her sad
 Far away from my home "the captain's on the speakerphone"
 Telling we're about to land
 And here comes the turbulence
 I'm about to lose my sense
 This didn't go as planned
 Girl, here comes trouble
 Love love love love love love in a bottle
 So girl, are you ready?
 For love, hate, heartbreak and kissing in the Big Apple
 I'm waiting at the baggage claim
 My legs are feeling kind of lame
 Everybody looks the same
 My girl she is always late
 I think she loves to make me wait
 But still she is my soul mate
 Girl, here comes trouble
 Love love love love love love in a bottle
 So girl, are you ready?
 For love, hate, heartbreak and kissing in the Big Apple
 Love love love love love love in a bottle
 So girl, are you ready?
 For love, hate, heartbreak and kissing in the Big Apple