Down on Bowery
They lose their ball eyes and their lipped mouths ine the night
And stumbling through the street
They say "Sir do you got a light?
And if you do then you´re my friend
And if you don´t then you´re my foe
And i f you are a deity of any sort
Then please don´t go..."

Ne me quitte pas mon cher
Ne me quitte pas...

And down on Lexington
They´re wearing new shoes stuck to aging feet
And close their eyes and open and not recognize the aging street
And think about all things we were right
When they were young and veins were tight
And if you are the ghots of Christmas past
Then you won´t wtay the night

Ne me quitte pas mon cher
Ne me quitte pas...

Down in Bronx-y Bronx
The kids go sledding down covered slopes
And frozen noses, frozen toes,
The frozen city starts to glow
And yes they know it´ll melt
And yes they know New York will thaw
Byt if you are a friend if any sort please play along ad catch a cold!

Ne me quitte pas mon cher
Ne me quitte pas...

I love Paris in the rain
I love Paris in the rain
I love, I love in the rain...