New York, New York…you’re a cold whore in search of a victim…swallowed me whole…money paid…sacrifices made… never enough for you dear Gotham…
jazz was not enough…poetry poured out from my soul… tossed aside…you give and you give and you give…and you New York offered nothing but heartache…look out for yourself first…you said…
i wish i could, i told you, but…i have a soul…a foolish soul that falls in love too easily…too fast…brakes are never applied…
so i will leave you New York… search for another…and another after that and others to follow…
you won’t be my last…i never learn…never…
