quinta-feira, março 04, 2010

HOJE, fugia para aqui...

Even if it ain't all it seems
I got a pocketful of dreams
Baby, I'm from

New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Hear it for New York, New York, New York