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| Buddy you're a boy, make a big noise, Playin' in the street | |
| I saw him dancin' there by the record machine | |
| Someday, when I'm awfully low, when the world is cold, I will feel a glow | |
| I know you wanna leave me, But I refuse to let you go | |
| I've been really tryin', baby, Tryin' to hold back this feeling for so long | |
| You went to school to learn, girl, Things you never never knew before | |
| Though I've tried before to tell her all the feelings I have for her in my heart | |
| I saw her today at the reception, A glass of wine in her hand | |
| New York, New York is everything they say and no place I'd rather be | |
| I like to dream, yes, right between my sound machine | |
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| Lying in my bed, I hear the clock tick and think of you | |
| Desperate for changing, starving for truth, I'm closer to where I started | |
| Say your prayers little one, don't forget my son, to include everyone | |
| Lay where you're laying, don't make a sound, I know they're watching | |
| 8 o'clock, monday night and I'm waitin' | |
| We were both young when I first saw you | |
| She's got eyes that cut you like a knife, and lips that taste like sweet red wine | |
| Now there's a backseat lover, That's always undercover, And I talked till my daddy say | |
| My baby don't mess around, Because she loves me so | |
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Opening Lyrics
Opening Lyrics II
Opening Lyrics III
