Letra da Música New York City de Kim Boekbinder

I want to live in a shoebox,
At the top of the world,
At the top of the food chain,
With all the beautiful girls.
I want to live in the city,
That never stops,
Even when I'm at the bottom,
I'll be at the top of,
New York, New York City.

It's big and it's dirty,
It runs too hot, too cold,
It'll grind you down so hard
That even the young are old.
If you've got the ambition,
You can join the race,
But for every opportunity,
There's one million others crowding for space in
New York, New York City.

You've got myths, you've got legends,
You've got the Chelsea Hotel,
If you ring the right bell boy,
He might even ring your bell.
When you're feeling down and out,
And you can't pay the rent,
There's nothing a $58 martini,
Won't help you forget in
New York, New York City.

I want to live at Ground Zero,
Of culture and fame,
I want everything that glitters,
And I want it to spell out my name.
I want to live in the city,
That never sleeps,
Where even the shallows are
Drowning deep.
New York, New York City.

New York, New York City.