Mel Torme - Sunday in New York Lyrics
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Sunday in New York
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What Are The Lyrics For Sunday in New York By Mel Torme?
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 through the week Comes true on Sunday In New York! Comes true on Sunday In New York! |
Who Wrote Sunday in New York By Mel Torme?
Carroll Coates, Peter Nero
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What's The Duration Of The Sunday in New York By Mel Torme?The duration of Sunday in New York is 2:32 minutes and seconds. |
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