Текст песни I Love New York / So Much to Do in New York (III) - Bernadette Peters

I love New York
I love New York
I love the heat
I love the cars
The Haagen Dazs, the Sunday Times
The phones that work, the single bars
The t.v. shows that play all night
I love the smells, I love the height
I love the banks, I love the crowds
Oh! New York, I've never been so lonely
Loneliness must be the worst feeling of all

What does it take till you feel you belong here
Till this place shines on your face?
Viv says new men make her feel she belongs here
And she's right, met one last night

Paul is the kind of man you might say has it all
Including a wife and four kids up in West Port
But married or not, somehow his eyes kept wand'ring towards me
Well, we'll see

What can you do in New York with a green card?
What a sight! God bless you, Dwight
No telling what I can do with a green card
Watch my speed. Work's what I need
Joe may not leave such a void after all
With my career, no commitments and Paul