Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Moby - New York New York ------------------------------------------ New York, New York Does it burn right All the stars light Do you love when I take you up there New York, New York Does it taste nice Does it feel right New York, New York Does it taste like When it burns like Do you know my name Do you even care Do you love when I take you up there Baby won't you take me there Make it like you really care I am feeling good up there Just keep the diamonds in my hair Make me feel good right now Like everything does in this town Lines of snow and popping corks Money, drugs in old New York Baby won't you really hurt Make it like you really burned I am feeling good up there Just keep the diamonds in my hair Make me feel good right now Like everything does in this town Lines of snow and popping corks Money, drugs in old New York New York, New York Does it taste right Does it feel right New York, New York Does it burn like Are the stars light Do you know my name Do you even care Do you love when I take you up there Baby won't you take me there Make it like you really care I am feeling good up there Just keep the diamonds in my hair Make me feel good right now Like everything does in this town Lines of snow and popping corks Money, drugs in old New York Baby won't you take me there Make it like you really care I am feeling good up there Just keep the diamonds in my hair Make me feel good right now Like everything does in this town Lines of snow and popping corks Money, drugs in old New York Baby make it really hurt Like everything that ever burned I am feeling good up there Just keep the diamonds in my hair Make me feel good right now Like everything does in this town Lines of snow and popping corks Money, drugs in old New York Baby won't you take me there Make it like you really care I am feeling good up there Just keep the diamonds in my hair Make me feel good right now Like everything does in this town Lines of snow and popping corks Money, drugs in old New York