Apple of My Eye Songtext
von Damien Dempsey

Flying over the sea
My guitar and me
40 thousand feet
What a brilliant feat

Go west, don′t go east
A famine or a feast
We're treated better there
A homeless one is rare

I feel
The city′s lure
The apple of my eye
I cherish her


Everybody's here
From all across the earth
Tongues and tribes galore
There isn't any war

I feel
The city′s lure
The apple of my eye
I cherish her

I feel
The city′s lure
The apple of my eye
I cherish her

New York, New York, I'm comin′
New York, New York, I'm comin′
New York, New York, I'm comin′
New York, New York, I'm comin'