Mel Tormé - Sunday In New York Lyrics
New York on SundayBig city taking a napSlow down, it's SundayLife's a ball, let it fall in your lapIf you've got troublesJust take them out for a walkThey'll burst like bubblesIn the fun of a Sunday in New YorkYou can spend time without spending a dimeWatching people watch people passLater you pause and in one of those storesThere's that face next to yours in the glassTwo hearts stop beatingYou're both too breathless to speakLove smiles her greetingThen the dream that has seen you through the weekComes true on Sunday in New YorkNew York on SundayBig city taking a napSlow down, it's SundayLife's a ball, let it fall in your lapAnd if you've got troublesGo take them out for a walkThey'll burst like bubblesIn the fun of a Sunday in New YorkYou can spend time without spending a dimeWatching people watch people passLater you pause and in one of those storesThere's that face next to yours in the glassTwo hearts stop beatingYou're both too breathless to speakLove smiles her greetingThen the dream that has seen you through the weekComes true on Sunday in New YorkComes true on Sunday in New York
