Mary, could you go down to the corner store?
I’ve got a headache from the night before
I’m feeling silver but you’re still gold
I feel like Detroit and you’re New York
I really love to be home
Now put me together, help me find your door
And save my clothes from the sea of yours (?)
I wander outside to the rhythm and the noise
In the city of midwestern girls and terrified boys
It gets really hard to know when to go
New York, New York, she’s yours
New York, New York, she’s yours
I cut through the snow between you and trains
One of the last times I’ll walk this way
You’re counting the hours ’til you’re back on the coast
But I’d love to know, I’d love to know, I’d love to know, I’d love to know
Can I come over tonight?
New York, New York, she’s yours
New York, New York, she’s yours
New York, New York, she’s yours
New York, New York, she’s yours