Текст песни New York City - moe.

One-eyed man with a scar on his face and a peg leg
Drives his cab fifty miles per hour down Broadway
Looks at me with his crooked smile while Gershwin plays
Hits his brakes and points out the freaks on St. Marks Place

Let it go
It's the rhythm of the rain that falls
It's a cab ride at 5 A.M
Manhattan goddess with her Levis and curls
New York City, I'm coming home again

Sit and smile thinking about summer Sundays and the roller skates
Afrowigs and rainbow socks float past like a ballet
Peanut roasters popping up on every corner, can't you taste that taste
Makes me long for an early morning ride on a subway

It's the rhythm of the rain that falls
It's a cab ride at 5A.M
Manhattan goddess with her Levis and curls
New York City, I'm coming home again

You can steal a line or a phrase, the record company will cheer
Sign you up, make you an artist, make you a millionaire
Shake your hand, pat your back, give you a big white smile
Then they say that they're your biggest fan, say they love your style

It's the rhythm of the rain that falls
It's a cab ride at 5A.M
Manhattan goddess with her Levis and curls
New York City, I'm coming home again

It's the rhythm of the rain that falls
It's a cab ride at 5 A.M
Manhattan goddess with her Levis and curls
New York City, I'm coming home again

It's the rhythm of the rain that falls
It's a cab ride at 5 A.M
Manhattan goddess with her Levis and curls
New York City, I'm coming home again

New York City I'm coming home again
New York City I'm coming home again