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Native New Yorker - Black Box
New York style style style style
New York City
New York City girl
New York City
New York City girl
You grew up ridin' the subways
Runnin' 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
(passing word)
It's the thought you had in a taxi cab that
Got left on the curb left on
The curb
When he dropped you off at East and the Third
Oh oh oh
You're a native New Yorker
(New York City girl)
You should know the score by now
You're a native New Yorker
(New York City girl)
The music plays everyone's
Dancin' closer and closer
Makin' friends and findin' lovers
There you are lost in the shadows
Searchin' for someone
To set you free from New York City
And oh where did all those yesterdays go
(yesterdays go)
When you still believed love could really be
Like a Broadway show like a
Broadway show
You were the star when did it close
Oh oh oh
You're a native New Yorker
(New York City girl)
No more hope is the door
For a native New Yorker
(New York City girl)
Oh oh oh
You're a native New Yorker
(New York City girl)
You should know the score by now
You're a native New Yorker
New York City
New York City girl
New York City
New York City girl
New York City
New York City girl
New York City
New York City girl
New York City
New York City girl
New York City
New York City girl
New York City
New York City girl
New York City
New York City girl
New York City
New York City girl
