City Boy

"New York Times"

NEW YORK TIMES Lyrics by City Boy
(New York Time)
Turning pages, glancing through the classified
The whole nights sleep was in my eyes
Spillin' coffee on my shoes
I noticed you, saw it all in black & white
The Broadway girl makes good tonight
Then some old friend decides to phone
To ask me how I got to know
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I read it in the New York Time
It was the smile I'd recognized
With an unfamiliar name and another fool by your side
And it really hurt my pride 'cuz it's a b**** to realize
You're only second prize, just another New York Time
Sunday afternoon, and those old movies make me cry
I'll never know the reason why
Don't know why I waste my time
Recalling lines, from a letter by the bed
Much better left unread
Then old times come on back again
When you think you've heard the last of them

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