Me in the Big Apple
It was a dream
well, it seemed like one.
Hard to believe it was all true,
me in the big apple.
It was a dream
one with snow and ice
one with bright lights
one with passing cars
and lots of people.
It was a dream
the night I saw you
All bundled up in your winter clothes
with a smile so big
it could have lit up the entire city.
Why did we have to say goodbye?
It was a dream
please don't wake me up
take me back
take me back
me in the big apple.
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