New York isn't New York without you, love
So far in a few blocks to be so low
And if I call you from First Avenue
Where you're the only motherfucker in the city who can handle me.
New love wasn't true love, back to you, love
So much for a home run with some blue bloods
If I last-strawed you on Eighth Avenue
Where you're the only motherfucker in the city who can stand me.
New York isn't New York without you, love.