On the avenue, there ain't never a curfew
Ladies work so hard
Such a melting pot on the corner selling rock
Preachers pray to God
Hail a gypsy cab
Takes me down from Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge
Someone sleeps tonight with a hunger for more than from an empty fridge
I'm going to make it by any means
I got a pocketful of dreams
Baby, I'm from New York
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