"Native New Yorker" lyrics
Running pretty, New York City girl, 25, 35
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
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
You're a native New Yorker
You should know the score by now
You're a native New Yorker
There you are, lost in the shadows
Searching for someone
To set you free from New York City
Where did all those yesterdays go
When you still believed
Love could really be like a Broadway show
You are the star, when did it close?
You're a native New Yorker
No one opens the door
For a native New Yorker
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
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
You're a native New Yorker
You should know the score by now
You're a native New Yorker
There you are, lost in the shadows
Searching for someone
To set you free from New York City
Where did all those yesterdays go
When you still believed
Love could really be like a Broadway show
You are the star, when did it close?
You're a native New Yorker
No one opens the door
For a native New Yorker
Writer(s): Sandy Linzer, Denny Randell
