New York
In New York freedom looks like Too many choices In New York I found a friend To drown out the other voices
Voices on a cell phone Voices from home Voices of the hard sell Voices down a stairwell In New York Just got a place in New York
In New York summers get hot Well into the hundreds You can walk around the block Without a change of clothing
Hot as a hair dryer in your face Hot as a handbag and a can of mace New York I just got a place in New York
New York, New York
In New York you can forget Forget how to sit still Tell yourself you will stay in But it's down to Alphaville
New York New York, New York
New York, New York New York
The Irish been coming here for years Feel like they own the place They got the airport, city hall Asphalt, asphalt They even got the police
Irish, Italians, Jews and Hispanics Religious nuts, political fanatics in the stew Happily not like me and you That's where I lost you
New York New York, New York New York
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