of a great adventure" "babe, beginning of a great adventure" Take a look It might be fun to have a kid that I could kick around Create in my own image like a
York New York, New York, New York New York, New York City New York, New York, New York New York, New York City New York, New York, New York New York, New York
like a monkey, dance like a monkey, child Dance like a monkey, dance like a monkey, child Dance like a monkey, dance like a monkey Dance like a monkey
dancin', on the lip of a volcano Dancin', we are creatin' it We're dancin', so let the fire rip We're dancin', right on the lip of a volcano A volcano, a
'll be gone Hellishly transparent, utterly divine Every little timeless gesture, a valentine Memories hold onto illusion 'Cause we're just human and that's alright (Take a
streets all night long late Baby just looking for a kiss I need a fixin' a kiss, I need a fixin' a kiss I need a fixin' a kiss, I've been looking for a
down on 14th street, you hear Yeah there's gonna be a showdown There's gonna be a showdown There's gonna be a showdown Yeah, yeah, there's gonna be a
a kiss I need fix and a kiss I didnt come here, lookin for no fix (I know...) I been haulin booty, all night long Just lookin for a kiss
a plane Flying too high with some gal in the sky Is my idea of nothing to do And I get a kick, you give me a boot I get a kick out of you
Jesus, don't want me for a sunbeam Sunbeams are never made like me Don't expect me to cry for all the reasons you had to die Don't ever ask your love
When you chew my ear off, try and let me know You will never get another piece of me 'Cause in a New York blackout things go kinda slow And you miss the
And then he sang a song the Rare Old Mountain Dew I turned my face away and dreamed about you Got on a lucky one came in eighteen to one I've got a feeling
a New York woman Deep in the eyes of a New York woman Deep in the eyes of a New York woman Deep in the eyes of a New York woman
semaine a vivre Serais-tu prit a me suivre Pour s'endormir ensemble a new york Et s'il ne nous restait plus qu'une semaine a vivre Serais-tu prit a me
Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog Where no one notices the contrast of white on white And in between the moon and you, angels get a better
Sha la, la, la, la, la, la Oh Uh, huh I was down at the New Amsterdam Starin' at this yellow-haired girl Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation With a black
to hillside manor sometime after 2 a.m. And talked a little while about the year I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower Makes you talk a
you do?" She buys a ticket 'cause it's cold were she comes from She climbs aboard 'cause she's scared of getting older in the snow Love is a ghost train