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Another closing time, another cigarette Feeding a bad jazz habit and it ain't satisfied yet
Shake it up, break it down New York City has it's own sound
Shake it up, break it down Danger watching all around
Steam is rising, glimmering from the broken streetlight glass
It's the boulevard where the old priests sold salvation after midnight mass
Shake it up, break it down New York City has it's own sound
Shake it up, break it down Pleasure waiting all around
Say what? I couldn't quite hear you You looking for something?
Are you talking to me? You better know what you want
And how to defend it In New York City
Feel and hear the naked fear after the laughter stops
Take your pleasure where you can Terrorists on every block
Shake it up, break it down New York City has it's own sound
It ain't over, it don't end New York City's born again
Say what? I couldn't quite hear you You looking for something?
Are you talking to me? You better know what you want
And how to defend it In New York City
The hunger's always palpable The memories bittersweet
There's endless possibilities The city seeks fresh meat
Did she fall or was she pushed? Somebody call the CSI
Just another dream denied Just another sidewalk chalk line
Desperation, sticky hot The wrong word starts a fight
*** and crime in equal measure, it's the concrete jungle on a summer's night
What? I couldn't quite hear you You looking for something?
Are you talking to me? Say what? I couldn't quite hear you
Nobody saw nothin', are you talking to me? You better know what you want
And how to defend it In New York City