Lyrics

It's not Paris
but it'll do
It's not London
on the river
with the moon.
It's not an island honeymoon
But it'll do
it'll do.

Oh nostalgia
for old New York
for those treeless streets
and buildings that
soar above me.

Here it's simple
and kind of plain
but it's my home.
it's my home.

Sometimes my heart longs to be
swept away
Give me a different language
any day
Lazy afternoons on a
holiday
I mean vacation.

It's not Venice
or even Rome
it's not the place I used to dream
could be home
But it's not far from
the home I once knew
and that sure counts for something too.

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