New York, New York
On a winter's day in 1989
After a broadway show
a pack of Camels and a glass of wine
Oh, it was then that I realized her old fashioned blues
The type of sorrow I'd idealized in a movie i once knew
But it cant compare to you
Ms. Sorry Eyes
I paused on 4th
Because Union Square looked like a vision from a lullabye.
And, though I had before, I felt I'd never heard a silent night
And it was then that she pulled me through the shadows of the moon
And with the snow in her eyes she moved me like a blown-up-white-balloon
That will always follow you
Ms. Sorry Eyes
Come on, Come on
You go away
Yeah, Come on Come
You float away, yeah...yeah
Then I imagine what I'd say:
When you touch yourself
Girl I feel crazy
And you know that
Baby, I feel fine
Yeah, you know that I feel fine.
New York, New York
On a winter's day in 1989
After a Vodka shot,
That final Camel and a box of wine
Come on, Come on
You go away
Yeah, Come on Come
You float away, yeah...yeah
Then I imagine what I'd say:
When you touch yourself
Girl I feel crazy
And you know that
Baby, I feel fine
Yeah, you know that I feel fine.
