N.Y.C.

I Wake up, nowhere to go
My whole life is just a one man show
I want a girl, it's not a sin
I want some more, it's just the place I'm in
I think I'm lost, I can't see clear
I've been this way for twenty years
I'm going up, I'm coming down
Someone said it's just a rich man's town

And I'm taking the whole thing in
And I'm letting it all sink in

I'm going out, I'm staying in
I'm only playing 'cause I want to win
You say success should be a crime
I say it helps to pass the time
I knew it once, I learned it twice
Every pleasure has it's price
Once again, between the eyes
We take the dollar 'cause we're scared to die
And we all end up rich and ashamed
And our analysts can say the same



Credits
Writer(s): Charles Strouse, Martin Charnin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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