All the Critics Love U in New York

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Prince Rogers Nelson (born June 7, 1958 - found dead in his home April 21, 2016. He died of an accidental overdose of the drug fentanyl), was born in Minneapolis, Minnesota, United States. Known by his mononym Prince, he was an American singer-songwriter, multi-instrumentalist and actor. He produced ten platinum albums and thirty Top 40 singles during his career. He wrote several hundred songs plus produced and recorded his own music for his own music label. Prince had a wide vocal range and was known for his flamboyant stage presence and costumes. His releases sold over 100 million copies worldwide. He won seven Grammy Awards, a Golden Globe, and an Academy Award. He was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2004, the first year he was eligible. Ro… more »

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You can dance if you want to, all the critics love you in New York
You don't have to keep the beat, they'll still think it's neat, in New York
You can wear what you want to, it doesn't matter, in New York
You could cut off all your hair, I don't think they'd care, in New York

All the critics love you in New York

Why you can play what you want to, all the critics love you in New York
They won't say that you're naive if you play what you believe, in New York
Purple love-amour is all you're headed for, but don't show it
The reason that you're cool 
Is 'cause you're from the old school, and they know it

All the critics love you in New York

You can dance if you want to
All the critics love you in New York
All the critics love you 
All the critics love you
All the critics love you in New York

It's time for a new direction
It's time for jazz to die
Fourth day of November
We need a purple high

Don't give up, I'll still love you

All the critics love you in New York
All the critics love you in New York
All the critics love you
All the critics love you
All the critics love you in New York

Body don't want to quit, gotta get another hit
Body don't want to quit, gotta get another hit
Body don't want to quit, gotta get another hit
Body don't want to quit, gotta get another hit
Uh-uh, yeah, yeah
(F*ck me over)

All the critics love you
All the critics love you
All the critics love you in New York

What ya lookin' at, punk?
Look out all you hippies, you ain't as sharp as me
It ain't about the trippin', but the sexuality, turn it up

You can dance if you want to

All the critics love you in New York
All the critics love you in New York
(Yes, we're certain of it, he's definitely masturbating)

All the critics love you in New York
Take a bath, hippies
All the critics love you in New York
All the critics love you in New York
All the critics love you in New York
All the critics love you in New York

New York 
New York 
New York 
New York

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