Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you Thinking of you What you would do if You were the one Who was spending the night Oh I wish that I Was looking into your eyes Looking into your eyes

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

New York at night Empire high Its got me coming alive Baby you're like That Uptown something Girl you're like a model on a Soho street Walking on air like you own it That electric energy Something tells me you're gonna keep me going til the morning light

Heart breaker, heart breaker Oh yeah, oh yeah Want to tear your world apart I want to tear that world The police in New York City They chased a boy right through the park And in a case of mistaken identity The put a bullet through his heart Heart

Seventeen seventy-six New York City Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr, sir? That depends, who’s asking? Oh, sure, sir I’m Alexander Hamilton, I’m at your service, sir I have been looking for you I’m getting nervous Sir, I heard your name at Princeton

There's nothing you can't do Now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new The big lights will inspire you Ooh, New York I got a pocketful of dreams Baby, I'm from New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of Hear it for New

Down for the count Look into your eyes I'm helpless And I'm drownin' in ‘em In New York, you can be a new man And the sky's the Hey hey hey hey (ohh, I do I do I do I)

Que pasa, New York? New York City, back in New York City, New York City Standing on the corner Just me and Yoko Ono We was waiting for Jerry to land Up come a man with a guitar in his hand Singing, "Have a marijuana if you can" His name was David Peel

I went down to the station I leaned against the door She rides on eastern You on the train You know I know the Empire State Any time I hear her blow Then I ask the depot agent Let me ride, let me ride the blind Oh depot agent

And he shall be Levon And he shall be a good man He shall be Levon He was born a pauper To a pawn on a Christmas day When the New York Times Said God is dead and the war's begun Alvin Tostig has a son today In tradition with the family plan, woo