The air beneath my legs makes you suffocate
The tongue between your mouth makes me wanna rinse it out
Rinse it out, rinse it out, rinse it out
New york! new york! new york! new york!
The taste is dry like golden whiskey under your hate
It's my time, it's my time, it's my time, it's my now
New york! new york! new york! new york!
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Da-da-ra-ra-da
Ah-ah-ah-ah
New yoooork!
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