Little trip up to the cold room
For fixing up our heads
Turning nobody of consequence
To somebody instead
And all you golden-headed glamour girls
White teeth smiles
Keep the hot-headed Wall Streeters
Down for just a while
Pre-Chorus
And the night is so cold
The people so pretty
And I love everyone in New York City
verse 2
It's the heavy-handed barman
Steady in the night
Selling nobody of consequence
The times of their lives
And the fake ID beauty queen
Has just begun to yell
"All you coked-up crew cuts,
hands to yourself!"
Pre-Chorus
And my last little dance with the devil just hits me
And I love everyone in New York City
And I love everyone in New York City
And I love everyone in New York City
And I love everyone in New York City tonight
Tonight
I'm gonna hold you tight
Tonight
Tonight
I'm gonna hold you tight
All night
verse 3
All the flash (bone cracks?) sending
Shadows on the faces
Of the people of no consequence
In unfamiliar places
It's the hand clap, smoke stack
Rising from the rim
'Til a tall, dark suit
Makes an example out of him
Pre-Chorus
And the music's so loud
The girls are so pretty
And I love everyone in New York City
And I love everyone in New York City
And I love everyone in New York City
And I love everyone in New York City tonight
And I love everyone in New York City
And I love everyone in New York City
And I love everyone in New York City tonight