Empire State of Mind (Part II)
Arlene Zelina
Grew up in a town
That is famous as a place
Of movie scenes
Noise is always loud
There are sirens all around
And the streets are mean
If I can make it here
I can make it anywhere
That's what they say
Seeing my face in lights
Or my name on marquees
Found down on Broadway
Even if it ain't all it seems
I got a pocketful of dreams
Baby, I'm from
New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Hear it for New York
New York, New York
On the avenue
There ain't never a curfew
Ladies work so hard
Such a melting pot
On the corner selling rock
Preachers pray to god
Hail a gypsy cab
Takes me down from Harlem
To the Brooklyn bridge
Someone sleeps tonight
With a hunger for more than
An empty fridge
Imma make it by any means
I got a pocketful of dreams
Baby, I'm from
New york
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Hear it for New York
New York, New York
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams, all looking pretty
No place in the world that can compare
Put your lighters in the air
Everybody say yeah, yeah
In New york
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Hear it for New York
New York, New York
