Alex Dezen - New York to Paradise lyrics

[Verse 1] Maybe my mother will be a dancer when she gets to heaven Maybe she'll go puttin on the Ritz with Fred Astaire Maybe it'll be Saint Laurent maybe even [?] Either way I know she won't be caught dead wearing a cheap dress to that premiere [Chorus] But I hope she finds a way to be ok with other things She never broke but always tried to mend And began to spin around in pirouettes way off in the sky And make her way from New York to Paradise [Verse 2] Maybe my mother will be Debbie Harry when she gets to Heaven Maybe she'll be the rock star I couldn't be Whether it's Radio City maybe even The Garden Either way I know you won't find a single seat even way up in The Nosebleeds [Chorus] But I hope she finds a way one day to forgive all the things I said to her in my miserable teens And begin the single greatest sing-along Even kiss couldn't deny And make her way from New York to Paradise [Bridge] And walk right inside to the front of the line Where there's a table waiting With all the wine you can drink and All the guests are complaining about the noise we're makin But before too long everyone is gonna join in [Verse 3] Maybe my mother will be Diana when she gets to Heaven Maybe the Queen of Scotts will come back and walk her down Cambridge, Cornwall and Wales Maybe Brunswick or Scotland Either way I know she'll be the Dutchess of them all and wear a gentle crown [Chorus] But I hope she finds a way to make some good things from all the bad The men in her life always seemed to bring And begin a slow walk down the centre aisle To the guy that treats her right And make her way from New York to Paradise [Bridge] And walk right inside to the front of the line Where Mother's waiting With all the dogs that keep barking Cos they've been waiting on you to walk them So hurry up cos your brother's watching Howdy doody, and your mother's baking A meatloaf while Jim's contemplating The stars in the [?] [Outro] So enjoy this simple piece But don't forget about me