Diana Di ♥ Di Pshukova - New York, New York | Текст песни

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• Diana Di ♥ Di Pshukova
• New York, New York

New York, New York
Does it burn bright
all the stars light
Do you love when I take you up there?

New York, New York
Does it taste like
Does it feel right
New York, New York
Does it taste like
when it burns 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, New York

Baby, want you really hurt?
Make it like it really burns
I am feeling good right 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, New York
Does it taste right?
Does it feel right?

New York, New York
Does it burn bright
All the starlight?

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, 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, 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

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, New York

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