LYRICS
作词 : Don S. Reid Jr.
作曲 : Don S. Reid Jr.
She came to me shortly after Christmas,
Said she hated spoiling New Year's Eve.
But the truth doesn't wait to come in season
And what we had feared was now believed
She said she'd leave come Monday morning,
Catch a plane if I'd split the fair.
She had friends who lived in New York City.
She'd look them up and have the baby there.
And now she's alone in New York City (New York City),
Living like ... Lord, I wonder how.
An angel in hell in New York City (New York City),
But I can't think about that now.
Honey, will you tell him Bible stories
And give him all the love I never could?
And never tell him too much 'bout his daddy
'Cause there's not too much to say that's good.
He'll have to learn it all from his mother:
How to count and say his A-B-C's.
But when you teach him prayers to say at bedtime,
Leave off "God bless Daddy," won't you please?
And now they're alone in New York City (New York City),
Living like ... Lord, I wonder how.
Two angels in hell in New York City (New York City),
But I can't think about that now.
I can't think about that now.