City Boy New York Times Lyrics

New York Times Lyrics

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





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'II never know the reasons why




Don't know why I waste my time recalling lines 



From
a letter by the bed, much better left unread 



But old 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
realize 



You're only second prize. just another New York time