NEW YORK GROOVE [bad word] Ballard

[Verse]
Many years since I was here
On the street I was passin' my time away
To the left and to the right
Buildings towering into the sky
It's outta sight, in the dead of night
Here I am, and in this city
With a fistful of dollars
And baby, you'd better believe
 [bad word] 
I'm back, back in the New York Groove
I'm back, back in the New York Groove
I'm back, back in the New York Groove
Back, in the New York Groove, in the New York Groove

[Verse]
In the back of my Cadillac
wicked lady, sittin' by my side, sayin' 'Where are we?'
Stop at Third and Forty-three, exit to the night
It's gonna be ecstacy
This place was meant for me
Feels so good tonight
Who cares about tomorrow
So baby, you'd better believe...
 [bad word] 
I'm back, back in the New York Groove
I'm back, back in the New York Groove
I'm back, back in the New York Groove
Back, in the New York Groove, in the New York Groove

I'm back, back in the New York Groove
I'm back, back in the New York Groove
I'm back, back in the New York Groove
I'm back, back in the New York Groove
I'm back, back in the New York Groove
I'm back, back in the New York Groove
I'm back, back in the New York Groove
I'm back, back in the New York Groove