Turning pages
Glancing through the classified
The whole night's sleep was in my eyes
Spilling coffee on my shoes
I noticed you
Saw it all in black and white
The broadway girl
Makes good tonight
Then some old friend decides to phone
To ask me how I got to know
Read it in the New York times
It was a smile I recognized
With an unfamiliar name
And another fool by your side
And it really hurt my pride
'Cause it's a b**ch to realize
You're only second prize
Just another New York time
Sunday afternoon
And those old movies make me cry
I'll never know the reasons why
Don't know why I waste my time recalling lines
From a letter by the bed
Much better left unread
But old times come on back again when you
Think you heard the last of them
It in the New York times
It was a smile I recognized
With an unfamiliar name
And another fool by your side
And it really hurt my pride
'Cause it's a b**ch realize
You're only second prize
Just another New York time
I read it in the New York times
It was a smile I recognized
With an unfamiliar name
And another fool by your side
And it really hurt my pride
'Cause it's a b**ch realize
You're only second prize
Just another New York time
