Heading to New York City, Looking for my sweet baby, A hot summer night in the 80s,There she stood on 11th avenue, All smiles and easy to talk to,What was so wrong with what we were about to do. I love you baby yes I do. WHat's in your heart that you dont care, What lies beneath that sultry stare, You know I always liked the downtrodden, My pimpled face and awkward gate, No more report cards and no date, Free to be You and Me and my GED, Took the keys to my Step-Dad's MOPAR, Never drove in The City before, But like just like me with you I grooved right in, I love you baby I still do, My New York City Baby ... My New York City Baby ...
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