Boy From New York City - Live
He's kind of tall
He's really fine
Some day I hope to make him mine, all mine
And he's neat
And oh so sweet
And just the way he looked at me
He swept me off my feet
Ooh whee, you ought to come and see
The way that he walks
The way that he talks
Every time he says he loves me
Chills run down my spine
Every time he wants to kiss me
makes me feel so fine
Ooh wah, ooh wah cool, cool kitty
Tell us about the boy from New York City
He's really fine
Some day I hope to make him mine, all mine
And he's neat
And oh so sweet
And just the way he looked at me
He swept me off my feet
Ooh whee, you ought to come and see
The way that he walks
The way that he talks
Every time he says he loves me
Chills run down my spine
Every time he wants to kiss me
makes me feel so fine
Ooh wah, ooh wah cool, cool kitty
Tell us about the boy from New York City
Credits
Writer(s): John Taylor, George Davis
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