Cupid shot me
In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There's nothing you can't do.
Now you're in New York,
These streets will make you feel brand new,
Big lights will inspire you.
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York...
ginx vicioux
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
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