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