New York New York Lyrics

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? [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/new-york-new-york-lyrics-moby.html ] 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