Chorus:nNew York City girlnBorn and raised in South QueensnShe goes to work in taxi cabsnComes back home in limousinesnWell if you see her tell her I'm alrightnI know the reason why she couldn't staynMy New York City girlnI wouldn't have it any other waynnI guess I should've saw it comin'nShe gave me every single warningnInstead I stumbled headlong intonSomewhere I'd never be returnin'nnShe wouldn't let me hold hernShe let her hair fall on her shouldernAnd I didn't tell her one damn thingnA million others haven't told hernnRepeat ChorusnnI told her that I'd miss hernShe wouldn't even let me kiss hernShe just gathered up her thingsnFixed her hair and took the money from the dressernnRepeat Chorus