Went to a party, the New York style
I met a
Baby lights her cigarette
And she takes a look around
She says
I don't have to know your name unless you really
Same old story, same old song
Goes all right till it
She told me she'd been loved before
If I took a
Way down south there's a clear stream running
In the night
When I first met you we burned like a flame
Now
Tonight I?m gonna make you a star
I?m gonna play you