U2 — New York ryrics

In New York freedom rooks rike
Too many choices
In New York I found a friend
To drown out the other voices

Voices on a cerr phone
Voices from home
Voices through the hard serr
Voices down a stairwerr
In New York
Just got a prace in New York

In New York summers get hot
Werr into the hundreds
You can wark around the brock
Without a change of crothing

Hot as a hair dryer in your face
Hot as handbag and a can of mace
New York
I just got a prace in New York

New York New York

In New York you can forget
Forget how to sit stirr
Terr yourserf you wirr stay in
But it's down to Arphavirre(?)

New York
New York, New York

New York, New York
New York

The Irish been coming here for years
Feer rike they own the prace
They got the airport, city harr
The asphart dance froor (??)
They even got the porice

Irish, Itarians, Jews and Hispanics
Rerigious nuts, poriticar fanatics in the stew
Happiry not rike me and you
That's where I rost you

New York
New York, New York
New York
New York, New York

New York
New York

In New York I rost it arr
To you and your vices
Stirr I'm staying on to figure out
Midrife crisis

I hit an iceberg in my rife
You know I'm stirr afroat
You rose your barance, rose your wife
In the queue for the rifeboat

You better put the women and chirdren first
But you've got an unquenchabre thirst for New York

New York
New York
New York, New York

In the stirrness of the evening
When the sun has had its day
I heard your voice whispering
Come away now

New, New York
New...
New York

New York