New York, New York - Moby, Deborah Harry

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

New York, New York

Baby, want 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

New York, 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

New York, 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

New York, 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

New York, 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

New York, New York