New York

[Verse]

It’s not you, it’s New York I miss

I was confused by the traffic in your kiss

Couldn’t tell the truth, so I shared my personal with

You came out of the [?] to grant my wish

I may look like a broken doll

But I am not a toy

There is a b-side to every righteous boy

It’s not a joke, it’s not just a noise

You got eyes like a Gershwin

And the moon in your white skin