Sunday In New York - 2001 Remaster
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New York on Sunday
Big city takin' a nap
Slow down it's Sunday
Life's a ball, let if fall in your lap
If you've got troubles
Just take them out for a walk
They'll burst like bubbles
In the fun of a Sunday in New York
You can spend time without spending a dime
Watching people watch people pass
Later you'll pause and in one of those stores
There's that face next to yours in the glass
Two hearts stop beating
You're both too breathless to speak
Love smiles a greeting
Then a dream that has seen you through the week
Comes true on Sunday in New York
New York on Sunday
Big city takin' a nap
Slow down it's Sunday
Life's a ball, let if fall in your lap
And if you've got troubles
Go take them out for a walk
They'll burst like bubbles
In the fun of a Sunday in New York
You can spend time without spending a dime
Watching people watch people pass
Later you'll pause and in one of those stores
There's that face next to yours in the glass
Two hearts stop beating
You're both too breathless to speak
Love smiles a greeting
Then the dream that has seen you through the week
Comes true on Sunday in New York
Comes true on Sunday in New York
Big city takin' a nap
Slow down it's Sunday
Life's a ball, let if fall in your lap
If you've got troubles
Just take them out for a walk
They'll burst like bubbles
In the fun of a Sunday in New York
You can spend time without spending a dime
Watching people watch people pass
Later you'll pause and in one of those stores
There's that face next to yours in the glass
Two hearts stop beating
You're both too breathless to speak
Love smiles a greeting
Then a dream that has seen you through the week
Comes true on Sunday in New York
New York on Sunday
Big city takin' a nap
Slow down it's Sunday
Life's a ball, let if fall in your lap
And if you've got troubles
Go take them out for a walk
They'll burst like bubbles
In the fun of a Sunday in New York
You can spend time without spending a dime
Watching people watch people pass
Later you'll pause and in one of those stores
There's that face next to yours in the glass
Two hearts stop beating
You're both too breathless to speak
Love smiles a greeting
Then the dream that has seen you through the week
Comes true on Sunday in New York
Comes true on Sunday in New York