| 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 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 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» |