"Native New Yorker" by Odyssey

New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh

Runnin pretty, New York City girl
Twenty-five, thirty-five
Hello, baby, New York City girl

You grew up ridin the subways, running with people
Up in Harlem, down on Broadway
Youre no tramp, but youre no lady, talkin that street talk
Youre the heart and soul of New York City

And love, love is just a passing word
Its the thought you had in a taxi cab that got left on the
curb
When he dropped you off and he stated firm

Oh, oh, oh 
Youre a native New Yorker
You should know the score by now 
Youre a native New Yorker

New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh

Music plays, everyones dancin closer and closer
Makin friends and findin lovers
There you are lost in the shadows, searchin for someone
Searchin for
someone
To set you free from New York City

And, whoa, where did all those yesterdays go
When you still believed love could really be like a Broadway
show
You are the star, win the applause

Oh, oh, oh 
Youre a native New Yorker
No one opens the door
For a native New Yorker

Oohoohooh
Native, native, native New Yorker

Where did all those yesterdays go
When you still believed love could really be like a Broadway
show
You are the star

Youre a native New Yorker
You should know the score by now
Youre a native New Yorker

You should know the score, you should know the score by now
Youre a native New Yorker, oh, oh, oh

Youre a native New Yorker

Whoa, oh, ho, ho, youre a native New Yorker
You should know the score

Youre a native New Yorker

What you waitin for, no one opens the door

For a native, for a native New Yorker