Apple Of My Eye
Flying oer the sea
My guitar and me
Forty thousand feet
What a brilliant feat
Go west, dont go east
A famine or a feast
Were treated better there
A homeless one is rare
I feel the citys lure
The apple of my eye
I cherish her
Everybodys here
From all across the earth
Tongues and tribes galore
There isnt any war
I feel the citys lure
The apple of my eye
I cherish her
I feel the citys lure
The apple of my eye
I cherish her
New York, New York, Im comin
New York, New York, Im comin
New York, New York, Im comin
New York, New York, Im comin