Native New Yorker

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    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

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    Composition: Sandy Linzer and Denny Randell

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