I'm going back to a sick and lovely place
I'm going going back right to the Bowery shake
I'm going home where fashion cuts the lines
I'm going going home right to the Chinatown grind
Get in the line
Hurt me till the music ends until it's 4 AM
I think I like it tell me what about you?
Wear me like I'm on your wrist
We'll hit the morning's fist
I think I like it I don't care if it's true
Ahh back to New York City (True love)
Ahh back to New York City (True love)
I think I'm back to a lack of vacant space
I think I'm finally back and I do the after-hours shake
I think I'm home where we don't fall behind
I think I'm finally home t-t-to make up for lost time
Get in the line
Hurt me till the music stops until it's 5 o'clock
I think I like it tell me what about you?
Play me like I'm on a disc
Clutched in the DJ's fist
I think I like it I don't care if it's true
Ahh back to New York City (True love)
Ahh back to New York City (True love)
Ahh back to New York City (True love)
Ahh back to New York City (True love)
I think I'm home where no one has the time
I think I'm finally home and I do the bridge and tunnel grind
Ahh back to New York City (True love)
Ahh back to New York City (True love)
Ahh...