Текст песни New York Times

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

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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