Hey New York
Hey New York with all your lights
Yellow cabs runnin' on Broadway nights
I know it's late but I know you're up
'Cause you never sleep, do you ever get enough
Hey New York you're a sight to see
Where the bottom of the sky and Times Square meet
Damn good place to grow a dream
If your roots can break through concrete
Hey New York you got somethin' of mine that ain't yours
Yeah you've already got the whole world
So gimme back, gimme back my girl
Hey New York you got somethin' of mine that ain't yours
Yeah you've already got the whole world
So gimme back, gimme back, gimme back my girl
Hey New York you think she thinks about me
While she's walkin' up and down your crowded streets
Have you thought about her and what she needs
If you did you'd send her right back to me
Hey New York you got somethin' of mine that ain't yours
Yeah you've already got the whole world
So gimme back, gimme back my girl
Hey New York you got somethin' of mine that ain't yours
Yeah you've already got the whole world
So gimme back, gimme back, gimme back my girl
Gimme back my girl
Whatcha gonna do when she needs the stars
Needs more wide open than Central Park
Whatcha gonna do when she's lonely
Whatcha gonna do when she's lonely
Hey New York you got somethin' of mine that ain't yours
Yeah you've already got the whole world
So gimme back, gimme back my girl
Hey New York you got somethin' of mine that ain't yours
Yeah you've already got the whole world
So gimme back, gimme back, gimme back my girl
Yellow cabs runnin' on Broadway nights
I know it's late but I know you're up
'Cause you never sleep, do you ever get enough
Hey New York you're a sight to see
Where the bottom of the sky and Times Square meet
Damn good place to grow a dream
If your roots can break through concrete
Hey New York you got somethin' of mine that ain't yours
Yeah you've already got the whole world
So gimme back, gimme back my girl
Hey New York you got somethin' of mine that ain't yours
Yeah you've already got the whole world
So gimme back, gimme back, gimme back my girl
Hey New York you think she thinks about me
While she's walkin' up and down your crowded streets
Have you thought about her and what she needs
If you did you'd send her right back to me
Hey New York you got somethin' of mine that ain't yours
Yeah you've already got the whole world
So gimme back, gimme back my girl
Hey New York you got somethin' of mine that ain't yours
Yeah you've already got the whole world
So gimme back, gimme back, gimme back my girl
Gimme back my girl
Whatcha gonna do when she needs the stars
Needs more wide open than Central Park
Whatcha gonna do when she's lonely
Whatcha gonna do when she's lonely
Hey New York you got somethin' of mine that ain't yours
Yeah you've already got the whole world
So gimme back, gimme back my girl
Hey New York you got somethin' of mine that ain't yours
Yeah you've already got the whole world
So gimme back, gimme back, gimme back my girl
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Archer, Oscar Charles, Jacob Powell
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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