I love him, I love him, I love him
And where he goes I'll follow, I'll follow, I'll follow
He'll always be my true love, my true love, my true love
From now until forever, forever, forever
... It’s autumn in New York that brings the promise of new love.
Autumn in New York is often mingled with pain.
Dreamers with empty hands may sigh for exotic lands
It’s autumn in New York
It’s good to live it again...
love me love me, say that you love me
fool me fool me, go on and fool me
love me love me, pretend that you love me
leave me leave, just say that you need me
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