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New York City girl
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Born and raised in South Queens
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She goes to work in taxi cabs
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Comes back home in limousines
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Well if you see her tell her I'm alright
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I know the reason why she couldn't stay
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My New York City girl
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I wouldn't have it any other way
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I guess I should've saw it comin'
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She gave me every single warning
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Instead I stumbled headlong into
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Somewhere I'd never be return in'
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She wouldn't let me hold her
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She let her hair fall on her shoulder
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And I didn't tell her one damn thing
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A million others haven't told her
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[Repeat Chorus]
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I told her that I'd miss her
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She wouldn't even let me kiss her
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She just gathered up her things
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Fixed her hair and took the money from the dresser
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[Repeat Chorus]
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NYCG
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Cross Canadian Ragweed |