ooh...
wu...
Runnin' 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
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 83rd
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...
Music plays, everyone's dancing closer and closer
Making friends and finding lovers
There you are lost in the shadows
searching for someone
To set you free from New York City
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...
You're a native New Yorker
No one opens the door
For a native New Yorker
Runnin' pretty, New York City girl
Native, native, native
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
You're a native New Yorker
oh...
you're a native New Yorker
You should know the score
Native, native, native
You're a native New Yorker
What you waiting for,
no one opens the door
You're a native New Yorker
native