The Eyes of a New York Woman

	作曲 : Ogden, Pynchon
	The eyes of a New York Woman
	Are the twilit side of the moon
	Nobody knows what goes on back there
	Where it's always late afternoon.
	Under the lights of Broadway,
	And far from the lights of home,
	With a smile just as sweet as a candy cane
	And a heart all plated with chrome.
	Do they ever see the wandering bums
	And the boys with no place to go,
	All the drifter yeah he cried for an ugly
	He left her in Buffalo
	Dead as the leaves in Union Square,
	And dead as the graveyard sea,
	The eyes of a New York woman
	Will never cry for me
	They'll never cry for me

	zuò qǔ : Ogden, Pynchon
	The eyes of a New York Woman
	Are the twilit side of the moon
	Nobody knows what goes on back there
	Where it' s always late afternoon.
	Under the lights of Broadway,
	And far from the lights of home,
	With a smile just as sweet as a candy cane
	And a heart all plated with chrome.
	Do they ever see the wandering bums
	And the boys with no place to go,
	All the drifter yeah he cried for an ugly
	He left her in Buffalo
	Dead as the leaves in Union Square,
	And dead as the graveyard sea,
	The eyes of a New York woman
	Will never cry for me
	They' ll never cry for me