NYCG Lyrics

Canada/McClure/Aquina
Mission California
CHORUS:
New York City girl, born and raised in South Queens
She goes to work in taxi cabs, comes back home in limosines
Well if you see her tell her I'm alright
I know the reason why she couldn't stay
My New York City girl, wouldn't have it any other way
I guess I should've saw it comin'
She gave me eery single warnin'
Instead I stumbled headlong into somewhere
I'd never be returnin'
She wouldn't let me hold her
She let her hair fall on her shoulder
And I didn't tell her one damn thing
A million others haven't told her
I told her that I miss her
She wouldn't even let me kiss her
She just gathered up her things, fixed her hair
Took the money from the dresser
SOLO out