歌词
New York Times
Turning pages
Glancing through the classified
The whole night's sleep was in my eyes
Spilling coffee on my shoes
I noticed you
Saw it all in black and white
The Broadway girl makes good tonight
Then some old friend decides to phone
To ask me how I got to know
I read it in the New York Times
It was a smile I recognized
With an unfamiliar name
And another fool by your side
And it really hurt my pride
'Cause it's a bitch to realize
You're only second prize
Just another New York time
Sunday afternoon
And those old movies make me cry
I'll never know the reason why
I don't know why I waste my time
Recalling lines
From a letter by the bed
Much better left unread
But those times come on back again
When you think you heard the last of them
I read it in the New York Times
It was a smile I recognized
With an unfamiliar name
And another fool by your side
And it really hurt my pride
'Cause it's a bitch to realize
You're only second prize
Just another New York time
I read it in the New York Times
It was a smile I recognized
With an unfamiliar name
And another fool by your side
And it really hurt my pride
'Cause it's a bitch to realize
You're only second prize
Just another New York time
