Moby - New York, New York

Текст песни Moby - New York, New York

(Feat. Debbie Harry) 

New York, New York 
Does it burn like 
All the stars light 
Do you love when I take you up there 

New York, New York 
Does it feel right 
Does it taste like 

New York, New York 
Does it burn like 
All the stars light 
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 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 

New York, New York 
Does it feel right 
Does it taste like 

New York, New York 
Does it burn like 
Are the stars light 
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 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 

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