City Boy - New York Times Lyrics
Turning pages. glancing through the classifiedThe whole night's sleep was in my eyesSpilling coffee on my shoes, I noticed youSaw it all in black and white: "The Broadway GirlMakes Good Tonight"Then some old friend decides to phoneTo ask me how I got to knowRead it in the New York TimesIt was a smile I recognizedWith an unfamiliar- name and another fool by your sideAnd it really hurt my prideCause it's a ***** to realizeYou're only second prize, just another New York timeSunday afternoon, and those old movies make me cryI'II never know the reasons whyDon't know why I waste my time recalling linesFrom a letter by the bed, much better left unreadBut old times come on back again when youThink you heard the last of themI read it in the New York TimesIt was a smile I recognizedWith an unfamiliar name and another fool by your sideAnd it really hurt my prideCause it's a ***** realizeYou're only second prize. just another New York time
