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 you off 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
New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh
Music plays, everyone's 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 (Oh, oh, oh) You're a native New Yorker No one opens the door For a native New Yorker
(Runnin' pretty, New York City girl) Ooh, ooh, ooh 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
You're a native New Yorker You should know the score by now You're a native New Yorker
You should know the score, you should know the score by now You're a native New Yorker, oh, oh, oh (Native, native, native new Yorker) You're a native New Yorker
Whoa, oh, ho, ho, you're a native New Yorker You should know the score (Native, native, native new Yorker) You're a native New Yorker
What you waitin' for, no one opens the door (You're a native New Yorker) For a native, for a native New YorkerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
