The Gods of New York.
The gods of New York
Are sitting in towers
Deciding their latest decrees
Bending the rules
With the stroke of a pen
That could bring this whole town to its knees
I'm up in Harlem
On 152nd street
Star of my own passion play
Snowbound and broke
And I don't get the joke
Alone on Saint Valentine's day
The gods of New York
Are planning a coup
A bloodless but deathly war
The moguls of Wall Street
Are giddy with greed
As they fondle their ships at the shore
My own prince of Harlem
Is scratching for dimes
Leading his troups to the fray
I'm starring on Broadway
And 152nd
Alone on Saint Valentine's Day
The man of the hour
Is waving to fans
As he dances his wife round the floor
Spinning rhetoric
With dazzling grace
Protected by marksmen galore
The crowd licks its lips
With a frenzied desire
Imagining these two at play
He'd give her the world
Well, a country at least
On a plate on Saint Valentine's Day
The gods of New York
Are speaking in tongues
Of the deals they plan to accrue
Whilst ordering trinkets
From Cartier on Fifth
For their wives and their mistresses too
I'm here in Harlem
On 152nd Street
Heartstruck with dreams gone astray
No flowers or balloons
Or elegant tunes
Sung for me
On Saint Valentine's Day
On Saint Valentine's Day
Meryl Leppard © 2017