The Hands of New York...

As the stars shine in the neon skyline, my thumb gently touched your bottom lip,
You were shivering in the cold, your hands in my pocket while caressing my kiss,
Two young lovers talking away the pavement, your hand in mine and my hand in yours,
On the streets of New York, a smile, a look, a gentle touch, this is how our love pours.

These are the hands of New York,
Let love be ours, I'm here, I'm yours,
These are the hands of New York,
Give me your hand, let's just walk,
These are the hands of New York...

A warm kiss in the dark, oh how I love your cold nose,
My fingers brush your cheek, wipes away a tear that flows,
No sadness though, but beauty in the air as the wind blows,
Playing with my fingers caressing my hand, don't never let go.

Heart beating fast, sounding like a helicopter in the sky,
Your glossy lips softens mine and tastes like sweet strawberry wine,
Your breath gets heavier and warms my face, eyes closed but I see you,
Your hands squeeze my fingers, in this night, this moment is loves truth.

These are the hands of New York,
Let love be ours, I'm here, I'm yours,
These are the hands of New York,
Give me your hand, let's just walk,
These are the hands of New York.

The hands of you and me,
Together we kiss and breathe,
The hands of you and me,
We hold them in the New York streets,
Let love be ours, I'm here, I'm yours,
These are the hands of New York,
Where in the night, two hearts pour...