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Ray Conniff
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New York, New York (Live)
New York, New York Does it taste right Does it feel right New York, New York Does it burn right All the stars light
Do you know my name Do you even care Do you love when I take you up there
New York, New York Does it taste nice Does it feel right New York, New York Does it taste like What it burns like
Do you know my name Do you even care Do you love when I take you up there
Baby won't you take me there Make it like you really care I am feeling good up there Just keep the diamonds in my hair Make me feel good right now Like everything does in this town Lines of snow and popping corks Money, drugs in old New York
Baby make it really hurt Like everything that ever burned I am feeling good up there Just keep the diamonds in my hair Make me feel good right now Like everything does in this town Lines of snow and popping corks Money, drugs in old New York
New York, New York Does it taste right Does it feel right New York, New York Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Does it burn right Are the stars light
Do you know my name Do you even care Do you love when I take you up there
Baby won't you take me there Make it like you really care I am feeling good up there Just keep the diamonds in my hair Make me feel good right now Like everything does in this town Lines of snow and popping corks Money, drugs in old New York
Baby make it really hurt Like everything that ever burned I am feeling good up there Just keep the diamonds in my hair Make me feel good right now Like everything does in this town Lines of snow and popping corks Money, drugs in old New York
Baby won't you take me there Make it like you really care I am feeling good up there Just keep the diamonds in my hair Make me feel good right now Like everything does in this town Lines of snow and popping corks Money, drugs in old New York
Baby make it really hurt Like everything that ever burned I am feeling good up there Just keep the diamonds in my hair Make me feel good right now Like everything does in this town Lines of snow and popping corks Money, drugs in old New York
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