I heard about you long before we met

You′re winsome and you're young at least that′s what they said

But underneath your glitter and your goldYou can't deny the fact that you are growing old

You have a thousand eyes

That never fall asleep

Someday I will leave you

When I've had enough of your beauty

I haven′t gotten used to your scent

I′m certain you have had another cigarette

Nothing could prepare me for your style

The way your laughter seems to go for miles and miles

You have a thousand eyes

That never fall asleep

Someday I will leave you

When I've had enough of your beauty

You have a thousand eyes

That never fall asleep

Maybe I will never leave you

When I′m in love with your beauty

Oh for now, you can rest easy

Because for now, New York

You have a hold on me