New York

April 16, 2018
By Anonymous

The city that never sleeps

A concrete jungle with no retreat

A place for lonely souls to weep

During their midnight strolls along the streets

Only in New York

The city so nice they named it twice

As they popped a Champaign cork

And paid the price for their vice

If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere

The vendors keep rolling the dice

As they breathe in the expensive air

And keep on raising their price

In New York you've got to have all the luck

If you want to get out with more than a buck



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