New York; your streets have treated me quite well,
And even in the darkest nights or rain,
And even more in love with you I fell,
So now my heart will never be the same.
While through the streets of Brooklyn I do roam,
The humid day is coming to an end,
I’m glad to call this place I know my home,
I’m glad to call this place I know my friend.
But oh, New York, you don’t treat me quite fair,
You left me here with no real way to go,
I shouldn’t always have to be so scared,
Why do I continue to love you so?
Because you make me smile with all the lights,
Go figure, I’ll be staying here most nights.