Big City taking a nap
Slow down, it's Sunday
Life's a ball, let it fall in your lap
If you've got troubles
Just take them out for a walk
They'll burst like bubbles
In the fun of a Sunday In New York
You can spend time without spending a dime
Watching people watch people pass
Later you pause, and in one of those stores
There's that face next to yours in the glass
Two hearts stop beating
You're both too breathless to speak
Love smiles her greeting
Then the dream that has seen you thru the week
Comes true on Sunday In New York
New York on Sunday
Big City taking a nap
Slow down, it's Sunday
Life's a ball, let it fall in your lap
And if you've got troubles
Go take them out for a walk
They'll burst like bubbles
In the fun of a Sunday In New York
You can spend time without spending a dime
Watching people watch people pass
Later you pause, and in one of those stores
There's that face next to yours in the glass
Two hearts stop beating
You're both too breathless to speak
Love smiles her greeting
Then the dream that has seen you thru the week
Comes true on Sunday In New York
Comes true on Sunday In New York
New York on Sunday Big City taking a nap Slow down, it's Sunday Life's a ball, let it fall in your lap If you've got troubles Just take them out for a walk They'll burst like bubbles In the fun of a Sunday In New York You can spend time without spending a dime Watching people watch people pass Later you pause, and in one of those stores There's that face next to yours in the glass Two hearts stop beating You're both too breathless to speak Love smiles her greeting Then the dream that has seen you thru the week Comes true on Sunday In New York New York on Sunday Big City taking a nap Slow down, it's Sunday Life's a ball, let it fall in your lap And if you've got troubles Go take them out for a walk They'll burst like bubbles In the fun of a Sunday In New York You can spend time without spending a dime Watching people watch people pass Later you pause, and in one of those stores There's that face next to yours in the glass Two hearts stop beating You're both too breathless to speak Love smiles her greeting Then the dream that has seen you thru the week Comes true on Sunday In New York Comes true on Sunday In New York Explain Request ×
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