New York

I say this is over
This is over
It's not true
That I didn't matter
I did matter

You say
You're going away
You're going away
New York
For more than a day
For more than a day

Oh, boy
You're doing ok
A wife on the way
It's my fault
I thought I would stay
But what can I say?

I made love to another one
To another one
I made love to another one
To another one

I made love to another one
To another one

I made love to another one
To another one
I made love to another one
To another one

I made love to another one
To another one