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

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 off you and he stated firm

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

Music plays everyone's dancin' closer and closer

Makin' friends and findin' lovers

There you are lost in shadows searchin' for someone someone)

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 Oh oh oh)

You're a native New Yorker

No one opens the door

For a native New Yorker

Native native

Where all those yesterdays go

When you still believed love could really be like a Broadway show

Love the star

You're a native New Yorker

You should know the score by now

You're a native New Yorker

You're a native New Yorker

No one opens the door