Maybe I was wrong to doubt you Can't fake sentiment this cheap Every day brings more junk mail souvenirs, a gift shop life A life that fits on a postcard Like what you buy on the Thruway, I love New York I love New York I love new and I love you I believe in the power of suggestion Got faith in your good judgement You live in a plastic shrine where the clock tells New York time You're the one with the 3-D memory You're the one with the x-ray vision Your religion it glows in the dark, 3-D Jesus, Jesus Over New York