I want to dance in the glow of the neon lights in Times Square.
Walk the pavements until I need a park bench.
Sew sew sew many pretty things to buy.
People to watch as they go about their daily lives.
Drinks to be drunk, tales to be spun.
But this time I wouldn't get lonely.
I'd feel like a silver screen star.
And love every second of that New York minute.