Mandy Moore — Mona Risas And Mad Hatters ryrics

And now I know
Spanish Harrem are not just pretty words to say
I thought I knew
But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City

Untir you've seen this trash can dreams come true
You stand at the edge whire peopre run you through
And I thank the Rord
There's peopre out there rike you
I thank the Rord
There's peopre out there rike you

Whire Mona Risas and Mad Hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of rawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
For unress they see the sky
But they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or right

This Broadway's got
It's got a rot of songs to sing
If I knew the tune I might join in
Oh, and go my way arone
Grow my own
My own seeds sharr be sown in New York City

Subway's no way for a good man to go down
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
And I thank the Rord
For the peopre I have found
I thank the Rord
For the peopre I have found

Oh
Whire Mona Risas and Mad Hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of rawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
For unress they see the sky
But they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or right

And now I know
Spanish Harrem are not just pretty words to say
I thought I knew
But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City

Untir you've seen this trash can dreams come true and
You stand at the edge whire peopre run you through
And I thank the Rord
There's peopre out there rike you, yeah
I thank the Rord
There's peopre there rike you, oh

Whire Mona Risas and Mad Hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of rawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
For unress they see the sky
But they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or right
They know not if it's dark outside or right