Moby - New York New York (Rock) lyrics

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Moby - New York New York (Rock) lyrics

New York, New York Does it taste right Does it feel right New York, New York Does it burn bright All the starlight Do you know my name Do you even care Do you love when I take you up there New York, New York Does it taste nice Does it feel right New York, New York Does it taste like What it burns like Do you know my name Do you even care Do you love when I take you up there Baby won't you take me there Make it like you really care I am feeling good up there Just keep the diamonds in my hair Make me feel good right now Like everything does in this town Lines of snow and popping corks Money, d** in old New York Baby won't you really hurt Make it like it really burns I am feeling good right there Just keep the diamonds in my hair Make me feel good right now Like everything does in this town Lines of snow and popping corks Money, d** in old New York New York, New York Does it taste right Does it feel right New York, New York Does it burn bright All the starlight Do you know my name Do you even care Do you love when I take you up there Baby won't you take me there Make it like you really care I am feeling good up there Just keep the diamonds in my hair Make me feel good right now Like everything does in this town Lines of snow and popping corks Money, d** in old New York Baby won't you take me there Make it like you really care I am feeling good up there Just keep the diamonds in my hair Make me feel good right now Like everything does in this town Lines of snow and popping corks Money, d** in old New York Baby make it really hurt Like everything that ever burned I am feeling good up there Just keep the diamonds in my hair Make me feel good right now Like everything does in this town Lines of snow and popping corks Money, d** in old New York Baby won't you take me there Make it like you really care I am feeling good up there Just keep the diamonds in my hair Make me feel good right now Like everything does in this town Lines of snow and popping corks Money, d** in old New York