New York, New York. Big city of dreams. Money, traffic - all routine. Pedestrians pass through rising steam.
Sometimes you see pretty things and wait in line for bougie scenes.
The pizza's cheap with creamy cheese. The nights you feel; music, food, and model teens.
Skylines loom while stories bloom in jazzy parks that crawl with rats.
Who am I without these things?
Thoughts of you dance through my dreams...