Verse 1 On New York's pavement, the roaring thirties sound, A platinum blonde, with a hesitant glance around. Art Deco dress, beneath her taupe cloche hat, She walks, an enigma in the city that traps Hearts and secrets, beneath a lingering sky, Distant horns and jazz, an urban lullaby. (Melodious Chorus 1 - The Suspicion) In the city's shadows, a secret lies in wait, A worried heart beats, a growing, fearful state. New York, New York, what drama will you play? Upon the stage of souls, a mystery holds sway. Verse 2 Detective's office, an emerald green light's glow, Piled-up files, a heavy, measured flow. He, tall, dark, moustached, in an anthracite suit, She, in her floral dress, confides with voice minute: "My husband's hiding something, I sense it, I just know." A film noir begins, with a troubled, heartfelt woe. (Melodious Chorus 1 - The Suspicion) In the city's shadows, a secret lies in wait, A worried heart beats, a growing, fearful state. New York, New York, what drama will you play? Upon the stage of souls, a mystery holds sway. Verse 3 Residential district, Victorian homes so neat, The private eye observes, his thoughts kept on his beat. Behind his "Daily News," trench coat and grey fedora, The husband appears, Prince of Wales suit, quite a persona. Brown leather briefcase, tortoiseshell glasses on his nose, What dark affair could he be leading, do you suppose? (Melodious Chorus 1 - The Suspicion) In the city's shadows, a secret lies in wait, A worried heart beats, a growing, fearful state. New York, New York, what drama will you play? Upon the stage of souls, a mystery holds sway. Verse 4 Suddenly, in a garden bordered by hydrangeas blue, The husband stoops down, and from his bag pulls through... Not a revolver, nor a clandestine plan, But a bag of kibble, for a little feline fan. A grey British Shorthair, with eyes of copper bright, Purrs and rubs against him, happy with all its might. (Melodious Chorus 2 - The Feline Revelation) Oh, the neighbor's cat, that's the sweet secret found! No drama, no crime, just a quiet heart profound. Who secretly fed a pilfering feline friend, Dispelling the anguish, making worries end. The investigation ends with an amused little smile, A simple mystery of tenderness, hidden for a while. Verse 5 Art Deco living room, a warm and cozy air, The lady in her ivory gown, a radiant look to wear. Her husband, pinstripe suit, a knowing, gentle grin, They pet a kitten, a new treasure from within. A British Shorthair too, upon the Persian rug, And by the window, the other cat, looking rather smug. (Melodious Chorus 3 - Joy Rediscovered) New York now brightens, with a happiness shared, No shadow at their table, a love declared and cared. The kitten purrs softly, tenderness has bloomed, Within their home at last, a sweet song un-gloomed. Bridge (The Original Cat's Perspective) I, on the windowsill, in the morning light so keen, Observe the street below, feline and so serene. A paw upon the letter, anonymous and sealed, (Perhaps a thank-you note, a comforted soul revealed?) In the darkened alley, I sniff out every trace, Then to the sound of jazz, I become the artist Of a royal nap, on a velvet chair's embrace, Or explore the attic, among old, dusty lace. Outro From the gleaming Packard to the attic dusty and old, This is the story of a cat, and a happy couple, we're told. New York in the thirties, a meow, a thrilling sigh, And life resumes again, its gentlest lullaby.
