New York Times

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'll 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