my new york

I don't care about the brooklyn bridge
It's just a hunk of steel and tar
And I wouldn't care about that empire state building
Even if it scraped the skies of mars
Can't even see our names written in the stars
That old flatiron blocks my view
For some it's the rainbow room
For some it's the park, but, baby, 
My new york is you

I don't care about the guggenheim
And moma? I don't give a frick!
And greenwich village with its singles scene
Night after night the same old shtick
I'd rather take the "a" train north up to the heights
Or zoom down to pier 42
And as our lips meet lady liberty drifts by
My torch burns bright for nobody but you, dear

Baby, you're hanging in my gallery
I'll take you with onions & kraut
Or even strolling down the bowery
Ordering in or stepping out
They can press their noses to the windows on 5th avenue
But, baby, my new york is you

Tell my momma I'm in heaven, and I'm not passing through
'Cause, baby, my new york is you

My new york is you 

Words and music by michael johnson
© 2000 zubsongs, ltd.