I Love New York / So Much to Do in New York III by Bernadette Peters Lyrics

I love New York, I love New York
I love the heat, I love the cars
The Häagen-Dazs, the Sunday Times
The phones that work, the singles bars
The TV shows that play all night
I love the smells, I love the height
I love the banks, I love the crowds

Oh, New York, I've never been so lonely
Loneliness must be the worst feeling of all

What does it take till you feel
You belong here?
Till this placе
Shines on your face?

Viv says new mеn make her feel
She belongs here
And she's right
Met one last night
Paul is the kind of man you might say has it all
Including a wife and four kids up in Westport
But married or not, somehow his eyes kept wandering towards me
Well, we'll see

What can you do in New York
With a green card?
What a sight
God bless you, Dwight

No telling what I can do
With a green card
Watch my speed
Work's what I need

Joe may not leave such a void after all
With my career
No commitments
And Paul