I've been here far too long
I've gained so much but I know I'm ready
To sing a different song
A song full of colors and seasons
Subways and sidewalk displays
Each rhyme with its own reason
Skyscrapers and yellow cars
A banker in stride with a fashionista
A mad hatter sitting next to Mona Lisa
A sinner shares a ride with a saint
A dancer holding hands with a poet
This is New York City and you know it
I'm sick of the who's who and the glitz
The orange tans and rock hard tits
I may be judgemental but I need to go
If not I might not ever know
The East coast is screaming my name
I have no choice but to answer with a smile
And pray that this be worth my while
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