Turning pages. glancing through the classified



The whole night's sleep was in my eyes



Spilling coffee on my shoes, I noticed you



Saw it all in black and white: "The Broadway Girl



Makes Good Tonight"



Then some old friend decides to phone



To ask me how I got to know





Read it in the New York Times



It was a smile I recognized



With an unfamiliar- name and another fool by your side



And it really hurt my pride



Cause it's a bitch to realize



You're only second prize, just another New York time





Sunday afternoon, and those old movies make me cry



I'II never know the reasons why



Don't know why I waste my time recalling lines



From a letter by the bed, much better left unread



But old times come on back again when you



Think you heard the last of them





I read it in the New York Times



It was a smile I recognized



With an unfamiliar name and another fool by your side



And it really hurt my pride



Cause it's a bitch realize



You're only second prize. just another New York time