I remember it like it was yesterday
Snow in the park
And skaters on the ice
Long black cars standing side by side
Loading up the boys at night

Turned up our collars to the chill of the wind
Caught an innocent smile
From a taxi at the lights
Not something you'd see on a New York street
It's such an [bad word] sight

But I wouldn't have it any other way
This city's got a thing about it
Don't try to understand it
New York City I'd really like to stay
New York City I wouldn't have you
I wouldn't have you any other way

Oh the [bad word] underneath
Italian lights
Where Joey Gallo died
And the man on the door down at Fifty-Four's
Letting only the pretty inside

I'd wake with a stranger under the covers
Late in the day
And longing for the night
Just like the snowfall there's so many bodies
But somehow it feels so right

And I can feel the magic
And read a million lips
And no matter what might happen
They'll never sink this ship