Turning pages. glancing through the classified   The whole night's sleep was in my eyes   Spilling coffee on my shoes, I noticed you   Saw it all in black and white: "The Broadway Girl   Makes Good Tonight"   Then some old friend decides to phone   To ask me how I got to know    Read it in the New York Times   It was a smile I recognized   With an unfamiliar- name and another fool by your side   And it really hurt my pride   Cause it's a bitch to realize   You're only second prize, just another New York time    Sunday afternoon, and those old movies make me cry   I'II never know the reasons why   Don't know why I waste my time recalling lines   From a letter by the bed, much better left unread   But old times come on back again when you   Think you heard the last of them    I read it in the New York Times   It was a smile I recognized   With an unfamiliar name and another fool by your side   And it really hurt my pride   Cause it's a bitch realize   You're only second prize. just another New York time    these lyrics are submitted by burkul