NYCG

Canada/McClure/Aquina Mission California CHORUS: A New York City girl, born and raised in South Queens E A She goes to work in taxi cabs, comes back home in limosines D Well if you see her tell her I'm alright A I know the reason why she couldn't stay E A My New York City girl, wouldn't have it any other way D I guess I should've saw it comin' A She gave me eery single warnin' Fm D Instead I stumbled headlong into somewhere E A I'd never be returnin' She wouldn't let me hold her She let her hair fall on her shoulder And I didn't tell her one damn thing A million others haven't told her CHORUS SOLO I told her that I miss her She wouldn't even let me kiss her She just gathered up her things, fixed her hair Took the money from the dresser CHORUS SOLO CHORUS SOLO out