NYC

I’m alone, what a pity
I will be soon in New York City
When I see you, please permit me
To tell you everything in New York City

All our talks, so profound and witty
When we were stoned back in New York City
I am worried you’re still pretty
The way that you were back in New York City

I haven’t gathered up a committee
It’ll just be you and me in New York City
And I wrote you this little ditty
To sing to you in New York City

We’re not young but we’re sure not old
I heard about death but I’m not sold
I’ve got a fеw tales up my sleeves that ain’t been told
Lord help mе please

I am guilty, please acquit me
All sings are forgiven in New York City
And this old man, he must admit he
Fell in love with you in New York City

I don’t wanna leave you
And I’m afraid to need you
Gotta keep the wolves at bay
Every time I see you
I forget to breathe, you
Steal my heart and lungs away

Will you stay here
Or come with me
Or will we cease to be outside New York City?

Will you stay here
Or come with me
Or will we cease to be outside New York City?

The real question, it just hit me
Am I in love with you or just New York City?