I heard about you long before we met
You’re winsome and you’re young at least that’s what they said
But underneath your glitter and your gold
You can’t deny the fact that you are growing old

You have a thousand eyes
That never fall asleep
Someday I will leave you
When I’ve had enough of your beauty

I haven’t gotten used to your scent
I’m certain you have had another cigarette
Nothing could prepare me for your style
The way your laughtеr seems to go for miles and miles

You have a thousand еyes
That never fall asleep
Someday I will leave you
When I’ve had enough of your beauty

You have a thousand eyes
That never fall asleep
Maybe I will never leave you
When I’m in love with your beauty

Oh for now, you can rest easy
Because for now, New York
You have a hold on me