In New York freedom looks like too many choices In New York I found a friend to drown out the other voices Voices on the cell phone Voices from home Voices of the hard sell Voices down the stairwell In New York, just got a place in New York In New York summers get hot Well into the hundreds You can't walk around the block Without a change of clothing Hot as a hair dryer in your face Hot as a handbag and a can of mace In New York, I just got a place in New York New York, New York In New York (guitartabs.cc)