Oh you New York girls, pretty and fine I've gone down past the bottom and I've run out of wine Oh you New York girls pretty and good, You know I loved you all a little more than I should
Well it was Monday the subway welcomed me in By six in the evening we were all sheets to the wind Somebody asked where'd all the money go? She laughed like broken glass and watched the filthy floor show
Nobody saw so I called it a draw we snuck out the back way I heard somebody fall But the sirens were on and we were in no mood for small talk So I guess that someone did the blue brigade walk
Oh you New York girls, pretty and fine I've gone down past the bottom and I've run out of wine Oh you New York girls pretty and good, You know I loved you all a little more than I should
With eyes like that there's questions you don't ask Just smile and nod and tug on the flask when she wanted to know where I was sleeping that night I tipped my hat to the boys and slipped out of sight
The sun showed her face blood was all I could taste Empty bottles were ringing as I stumbled out of that place Woke up with no wallet and a pocket full of rings So I just spit in the street and started to sing
Oh you New York girls, pretty and fine I've gone down past the bottom and I've run out of wine Oh you New York girls pretty and good, You know I loved you all a little more than I should
Couple of days I found St. Deivel's Pub Played for my drinks and stayed til they shut She grabbed hold of my hand and her other held a drink We took off into the night without bothering to think
I was drunk and I was hungry but I still couldn't care Trapped in the tangles of her wild black hair Out through the city we stumbled as we went Heard the subway roll around I thought here we go again
Oh you New York girls, pretty and fine I've gone down past the bottom and I've run out of wine Oh you New York girls pretty and good, You know I loved you all a little more than I should
Took off in the morning headed out west and all i could think of was the way that she dressed She smelled like fine wine, and tasted like rye I swear she was a bottle that would never run dry
It was more than a horse that could take down old Troy The devil goes picking the men from the boys Watch your back and you mind your right head Take the wrong door they'll be raking your bed.
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