Six-Thirty Sunday Morning / New York, I Don’t Know About You – Peter Allen
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Six thirty Sunday morning and it’s rainin’ The kind of rain you’ll only find on the west side Six thirty Sunday morning someone’s joggin’ The way he runs makes me think he’s from the east side
It’s beautiful, you can get in tune And see more laugh along on a central park morning than on a country afternoon
Six thirty, early Autumn, leaves have fallen Let em sleep they will keep my secret I wish there more rainy Sundays To make up for Saturday nights
Cheap wine, cheaper to love Don’t make waking up easy And this is the day you chose to be great New York, I don’t know about you
It’s the right place, wrong people I shoulda stayed home and went to bed Friends lead me astray I should’ve been here yesterday New York, I don’t know about you
There’s too many dancin’ partner Just trying to get one long long long But when you make out on the one way subway It’s better if you’re on your own
Oh ah, cheap wine, cheaper to love Don’t make waking up easy And this is the day you chose to be great No, I don’t know about you New York, New York
I wish there were more rainy Sundays To make up for Saturday night