The moment was perfect in that instant,
As we leapt from the yellow cab's doors.
The bright lights of Manhattan in the distance,
On our honeymoon night in New York.
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The Beautiful Game stirs deep passions within,
That no true football fan can escape.
And the club that we follow holds the key to our heart,
Our hopes and our dreams only they can fulfil.
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One looked like ginger candy floss,
One tabby, the other pure white.
They sat there not giving a toss,
Not one of them grieving my loss.
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The Perfect Apple
The moment was perfect in that instant,
As we leapt from the yellow cab's doors.
The bright lights of Manhattan in the distance,
On our honeymoon night in New York.
The Arctic wind slashed so harsh at our faces,
Like a Stanley knife cutting through board.
Even this could not dampen our spirits,
On our honeymoon night in New York.
We stayed on One Hundred and Nineteenth,
And were told that the cops do not dare
To frequent this high up in the Apple, even
On our honeymoon night in New York.
We paid him the full forty dollars,
And then added on five as a tip.
As he handed our case from the trunk of his cab,
On our honeymoon night in New York.
We skipped up the steps, taking two at a time,
Hand in hand as we burst through the doors.
I kissed my wife's lips as we entered the lobby,
On our honeymoon night in New York.