Post by NYA Admin on Jan 4, 2008 17:29:02 GMT -5
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Don't expect to get any sleep in this city.
The lights will keep you awake.
Bronx
Brooklyn
Manhattan
Queens
Staten Island
This is New York
The city that never sleeps
Get caught up with life, love and happiness.
Get caught up with sex, booze and death.
Smell that thick blood on your back.
Many different kinds of people come here.
The Black, the White, the Asian, the Latino.
This is the melting pot in the tossed salad.
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The girl is chocolate with long string hair
And a broad smile with baby eyes that sparkle at you
Over the nose and mouth that cover completely
The front of her face from side to side.
The curator of the event her voice is pleasant and young.
The ponytail guy next to me has been there 30 years
Celebrating his loneliness at age eighteen
And a wife who did it with the super in the living room.
His accent is Southern and his shirt
Opens to a hairy chest and a bolo.
A crooked man with a beer tummy reads his poems
From a three-ring binder with plastic sheets
And two girls in miniskirts black shiny boots
And skinny legs share the American Dream together.
"I've got to quit New York. It's too sexy!"
The lights will keep you awake.
Bronx
Brooklyn
Manhattan
Queens
Staten Island
This is New York
The city that never sleeps
Get caught up with life, love and happiness.
Get caught up with sex, booze and death.
Smell that thick blood on your back.
Many different kinds of people come here.
The Black, the White, the Asian, the Latino.
This is the melting pot in the tossed salad.
______________________________________________________________
The girl is chocolate with long string hair
And a broad smile with baby eyes that sparkle at you
Over the nose and mouth that cover completely
The front of her face from side to side.
The curator of the event her voice is pleasant and young.
The ponytail guy next to me has been there 30 years
Celebrating his loneliness at age eighteen
And a wife who did it with the super in the living room.
His accent is Southern and his shirt
Opens to a hairy chest and a bolo.
A crooked man with a beer tummy reads his poems
From a three-ring binder with plastic sheets
And two girls in miniskirts black shiny boots
And skinny legs share the American Dream together.
"I've got to quit New York. It's too sexy!"