Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen
[Verse One] As soon as A La stepped off (the floor) People started hollerin (for more) Beggin us to bless 'em with an (encore) You know the Peas they
I'm lost in a world of lights Mezmerize my nights The sky scrapes on building sites I'm feeling so alive Whatever's clever Whatever's clever will
Start spreading the news, I'm leaving today. I want to be a part of it, New York, New York. These vagabond shoes are longing to stray right through the
Start spreadin' the news, I'm leavin' today I want to be a part of it, New York, New York These vagabond shoes are longing to stray Right through the
Written by Madonna and Stuart Price I don't like cities, but I like New York Other places make me feel like a dork Los Angeles is for people who sleep
Once a label is on something It becomes an it Like it's no longer alive It's like a loss of vision Or some dark impression Or a black spot on your eye
I watch the sky turn black to blush Head still spinning from the rush Of all the things I did the night before And looking down from my hotel These dawn
вещей, Которые я творила ранее ночью. Я смотрю вниз из окон своего отеля, А освещённые улицы начинают наполняться Воспоминаниями о нас с тобой В нью-йоркской ночи… В нью
New York City boy You’ll never have a bored day 'Cause you're a New York City boy Where Seventh Avenue meets Broadway When you're a boy, some days are
I don't drink coffee I take tea my dear I like my toast done on one side And you can hear it in my accent when I talk I'm an Englishman in New York See
Start spreadin’ the news, I’m leavin’ today I want to be a part of it, New York, New York These vagabond shoes are longing to stray Right through the
Verse 1 Silent lantern tries to blind me with muddy light I should have got lost in the crowd I’m happy, but I don’t want to hear my voice Sometimes
Come on, come on drama Come on draw, scratch and say it Say it, make it to the blind light Climb and drop an apple Off the top, it's not I don't want
This is our last goodbye Now you should be holding me Punkrock t-shirt, black cap and tatoo The first things I noticed about you Now you should be holding
Yeah New York Yeah Manhattan Yeah New York Yeah Big Apple Come on Come on Red hair pink eyes Awwwwwwwww goodbye Red hair pink eyes Awwwwwwwwww Goodbye
When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide Where I stop and turn and I go for a ride 'Til I get to the bottom and see you again Yeah,
