Native New Yorker

New York style, style, style

New York city, New York city girl

New York city, New York city girl

You grew up ridin´ the subways, runnin´ with people up in Harlem, down on Broadway

You´re no tramp, but you´re no lady talkin´ that street talk

You´re the heart and soul of New York city

And love, love is just a passing word

It´s the thought you had in a taxi cab that got left on the curb

When he dropped you off at East and the Third

Oh, oh, oh

You´re a native New Yorker

You should know the score by now

You´re a native New Yorker

The music plays, everyone´s dancin´ closer and closer

Makin´ friends and findin´ lovers

There you are lost in the shadows, searchin´ for someone

To set you free from New York City

And oh, where did all those yesterdays go

When you still believed love could really be like a Broadway show

You were the star, when did it close?

Oh, oh, oh

You´re a native New Yorker

No more hope is the door

For a native New Yorker

Oh, oh, oh

You´re a native New Yorker

You should know the score by now

You´re a native New Yorker

New York city, New York city girl

New York city, New York city girl