New York Times - The Motels

Take advise while, you despise

All the fast fixed eyes on you

And your first seduction

On skyscraped nights

Take your private life

To taverns of enchantment

And entrapment

Who do you know

Who really cares

Don’t ask me

I’m just standing there

Wait in line

Hold my breath

Sitting under city lights

Just New York times

Just New York skies

Just New York times

How happy am I

Just New York times

And I

You hold on

I’ll hold too

Together we will dance right through

The everyday madness

Through the streets of sadness

Sometimes I forget

Just how pretty the lady gets

As she smiles on the city

After dark how she glows

I forget

I’m restless

Can’t begin until I get

Back in line

Hold my breath

Sitting under city lights

Just New York times

Just New York skies

Just New York times

How happy am I

Just New York times

And I

Who do you know

Who really cares

Don’t ask me

I’m just standing there

Wait in line

Hold my breath

Sitting under city lights

Just New York times

Just New York skies

Just New York times

How happy am I

Just New York times

And I