NYCG

New York City girl

Born and raised in South Queens

She goes to work in taxi cabs

Comes back home in limousines

Well if you see her tell her I'm alright

I know the reason why she couldn't stay

My New York City girl

I wouldn't have it any other way

I guess I should've saw it comin'

She gave me every single warning

Instead I stumbled headlong into

Somewhere I'd never be return in'

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

I told her that I'd miss her

She wouldn't even let me kiss her

She just gathered up her things

Fixed her hair and took the money from the dresser