Love in N.Y.C.

Just another thing, Friday night On avenue B and 13th, the moon wasn't free John always talked to himself Walked in a solitaire stride Alarm light dancers would peek from the corners of their eyes She was an oncoming storm, face to the ground And as they met his stride slowed she said patience will kill you She looked at him he crossed that line Love in New York City, very first time Beautiful crime He got an hour of fame for the price of a bag If the sun never rose we'll all know tonight is all that we have But the morning came, and nobody cared How we felt alright for one night except a street cop in drag She looked at him he crossed that line Love in New York City without a fine Beautiful crime Beautiful crime John had light in his eye but the sky was so black He looked up above and with love the moon said been there done that The freaks were aligned, the moon changed her mind Love in New York City one more time Beautiful crime Beautiful crime Beautiful crime Beautiful crime