[Intro:]
Eyy, ah ah ha
New York girl
Runnin' pretty, New York City girl
25, 35, hello, baby, New York City girl
You grew up ridin' the subways,
Running with people
Up in Harlem, down on Broadway
You're no tramp, but you're no lady (no lady)
Talkin' that street talk (oh)
You're the heart & soul of New York City
Oh-oh-ooh
Love is just a passing word
It's the thought that you had
In a taxicab that got left on the curb
When he dropped you off at East 83rd
Oh, oh, oh
(Oh, oh, oh)
You're a native New Yorker
You should know the score by now
(You should know by now)
You're a native New Yorker
(Yeah,
Oooh, ooh, ooh)
There you are, lost in the shadows
Searchin' for someone
To set you free from New York City
And, whoooah
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
(Oh, oh, oh)
You're a native New Yorker
No one opens the door for a native New Yorker.
(Ooh, ooh, ooh
Break it down
Oh, it's my city)
(Where did all those yesterdays go?
When you still believed
Love could really be like a Broadway show
You were the star)
You're a native New Yorker
You should know the score by now
You're a native New Yorker
Ey
Oh, oh, oh
Uuuuh uuuh
New York
New York
New York city girl.