I love New York.
I love New York.
I love New York.
The words you see,
on coffee cups,
on shirts and hats,
on lollipops,
and baseball bats.
On pens and walls,
on skates and cars,
in libraries and singles bars.
On badges, flags,
tattooed on skin.
Oh, New York,
Ive never been so lonely.
Loneliness must be the worst feeling
of all.
How many times can you walk
56th street?
Drives you mad. Worst time Ive had.
How many times can you look
at tall buildings?
Tall is tall, and that is all.
Dont see the harm itll do,
he seems such a nice man,
and anythings better than watching those game shows
or t.v. commercials that sell you Miami all night.
Must be right.
Its not the end of the world
if hes married.
Making due, is nothing new.
Its not the end of the world
its just starting.
Half of one is better than none.
Its not the end of the world,
no its not.
If its the end of the world,
well, so what.