New York

New York, you're such a fickle city
You've got a heart but you won't admit it
You've got a soul and I'd like to get in it
But you can't have my dreams in exchange

'Cause I came to you with an open mind
With my heart full of hope of a special kind
But the doors stayed closed for the longest time
So I thought of inside wondering what I might find

But you played with my illusion
'Til my image laughed in my face
I would have loved to love you
But my heart needs a different space

New York, you're such a fickle city
You've got a heart but you won't admit it
You've got a soul and I'd like to get in it
But you can't have my dreams in exchange

New York, New York...