Something like this would easily evoke the area between New York and Philly, and therefore, in a fuzzy way, Jersey:
Let's Hang On!
Frankie Valli And the Four Seasons
There ain't no good in our goodbye-in'
True love takes a lot of tryin'
Oh, I'm cryin'
Let's hang on to what we got
Don't let go girl, we got a lot
Got a lot of love between us
Hang on, hang on, hang on
To what we got [doo-doo doo-doo doo-doo]
You say you're gonna go and call it quits
Gonna chuck it all and break our love to bits
(Breakin' up) I wish you never said it
(Breakin' up) No, no, we'll both regret it
That little chip 'o diamond on your hand
Ain't a fortune, baby, but you know it stands
(For your love) A love to try and bind us
(Such a love) We just can't leave behind us
Baby (don't you go) Baby (oh no no)
Baby (think it over and stay)
There isn't anything I wouldn't do
I'd go to any price to get in good with you
(Patch it up) Give me a second turn
(Patch it up) Don't cool off while I'm burnin'
You got me cryin', dyin' at your door
Don't shut me out, open your arms for
(Open up) Your arms I need to hold
(Open up) Your heart, oh girl, I told you
Baby (don't you go) Baby (oh no no)
Baby (think it over and stay) |
