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I took a trip to Harlem to see where my lonely angel's |
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gone, all winter long |
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Now where'd she get those wings from and my god from |
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where'd she get those limelight colored eyes. |
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I know, you know this is just a dream, but come friday |
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night that angel's gonna wake me, and then the only thing |
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I'll want in this whole world, is for her to be my New York |
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City Summergirl |
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This must be what true love's like, she's flowing up |
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and down and round my simple mind, from far beyond |
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the ocean the siren's cry: "Run, my chicken run, down |
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rainbow one" |
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She's blowing kisses in my dreams, they settle down upon |
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my shivering sailor heart, they tell me just where I need to |
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be, and now I'm pretty sure the city's the place to start. |
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I know you were never meant to be walking with me in the |
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cold on the New atreet, still the only thing I want in this whole |
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world, is you to be ny New York City Summergirl |
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New York, you're my New York Summergirl |
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These days, won't come round no more I'm sure, so baby |
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let's fall in love |
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I've taken that long way round, to meet you in your prime, |
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darling, just let your hair down low, baby, and dance like |
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you'll dance no more |
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New York, you're my New York Summergirl |
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You know, it's your heart I'm gunning for |
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"The taste of fruit from distant gardens makes it hard, |
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I can't deny, to fall in love on monday morning, with the |
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plain red dirt, dressed up all in white" |
