Running pretty, New York City girl Twenty-five, thirty-five Hello, baby, New York City girl
You grew up riding the subways Running with people Up in Harlem, down on Broadway You're no tramp, but you're no lady Talking 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 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
New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh
Music plays, everyone's dancing Closer and closer Making friends and finding lovers There you are, lost in the shadows Searching for someone (Searching 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 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 (Running pretty, New York City girl)
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 (Native, native New Yorker) 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, native New Yorker) You're a native New Yorker
Whoa, oh-oh-oh... You're a native New Yorker You should know the score (Native, native, native, native New Yorker) You're a native New Yorker
What you waiting for No one opens the door (You're a native New Yorker) For a native, for a native New Yorker...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
