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
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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
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