New York City Girl

new york city girl - john waite there's diamonds in the avenue as the dayshift turns to night in the empire dinner dreaming hard rain, fluorescent lights as the waitress fills my coffee cup and the working girls go by drenched irish cops are dreaming

She's living in east wood - in flat 65 She hasn't that money - to live a good life And she just can't wait - to saturday night In new york, new york, new york She working from monday, til friday night She hasn't that money to live on eastside And she

New York City, New York City Girl New York City, New York City Girl She don't need no man She got a five-minute plan 'Cos she's one sick bitch (sick bitch) With a one-year itch I've seen it, done it, love it, need it, want it, got it Seen it, done it