Dawn breaks in the afternoon and she looks pretty pale
Beauty with her sterling spoon, a bride without a veil
She’s got lines she hasn’t used that tell who she might be
A looking glass can easily bruise the face you’ll never see
And it’s just a New York Walkabout
Some things you just don’t talk about
Just a New York walkabout
Cashing in her life one Groupon at a time
Burning Kindles at both ends, updating her timeline
Happy hour, after hours, always on the go
From Chelsea to Tribeca and the outskirts of Soho
It’s just a New York Walkabout
Some things you just don’t talk about
Just a New York walkabout
Just a New York Walkabout
Manhattan she’s got such a pout
Just an NY walkabout
It’s a ride of passage coming in on the train
We’ll see what’s left of you in Babylon again
There’s so many ways to make you feel all right
Up and down, side to side to side, just tell me what you like
‘Cause it’s just a New York walkabout
Some things you just don’t talk about
Just a New York walkabout
Just a New York walkabout
Manhattan she’s got such a pout
Just a New York walkabout
Just a New York walkabout
Some things you just don’t tweet about
Just a New York walkabout
Just a New York walkabout
Manhattan she’s got such a pout
Just an NY walkabout