[Verse]
It’s not you, it’s New York I miss
I was confused by the traffic in your kiss
Couldn’t tell the truth, so I shared my personal with
You came out of the [?] to grant my wish
I may look like a broken doll
But I am not a toy
There is a b-side to every righteous boy
It’s not a joke, it’s not just a noise
You got eyes like a Gershwin
And the moon in your white skin