เพลง New York, New York (feat. Debbie Harry) (Extended)

New York, New York

Does it taste right

Does it feel right

New York, New York

Does it burn bright

All the starlight

Do you know my name

Do you even care

Do you love when I take you up there

New York, New York

Does it taste nice

Does it feel right

New York, New York

Does it taste like

What it burns like

Do you know my name

Do you even care

Do you love when I take you up there

Baby won't you take me there

Make it like you really care

I am feeling good up there

Just keep the diamonds in my hair

Make me feel good right now

Like everything does in this town

Lines of snow and popping corks

Money, drugs in old New York

Baby won't you really hurt

Make it like it really burns

I am feeling good right there

Just keep the diamonds in my hair

Make me feel good right now

Like everything does in this town

Lines of snow and popping corks

Money, drugs in old New York

New York, New York

Does it taste right

Does it feel right

New York, New York

Does it burn bright

All the starlight

Do you know my name

Do you even care

Do you love when I take you up there

Baby won't you take me there

Make it like you really care

I am feeling good up there

Just keep the diamonds in my hair

Make me feel good right now

Like everything does in this town

Lines of snow and popping corks

Money, drugs in old New York

Baby won't you take me there

Make it like you really care

I am feeling good up there

Just keep the diamonds in my hair

Make me feel good right now

Like everything does in this town

Lines of snow and popping corks

Money, drugs in old New York

Baby make it really hurt

Like everything that ever burned

I am feeling good up there

Just keep the diamonds in my hair

Make me feel good right now

Like everything does in this town

Lines of snow and popping corks

Money, drugs in old New York

Baby won't you take me there

Make it like you really care

I am feeling good up there

Just keep the diamonds in my hair

Make me feel good right now

Like everything does in this town

Lines of snow and popping corks

Money, drugs in old New York