Текст песни New York - Milk , Bone

I say this is over
This is over
It′s not true
That I didn't matter
I did matter
You say
You′re going away
You're going away
New York
For more than a day
For more than a day
Oh, boy
You're doing ok
A wife on the way
It′s my fault
I thought I would stay
But what can I say?
I made love to another one
To another one
I made love to another one
To another one
I made love to another one
To another one
I made love to another one
To another one
I made love to another one
To another one
I made love to another one
To another one