Song Lyrics
Makin friends and findin lovers, you re the heart and soul of new york city Native, new york city girl
You re a native new yorker, you were the star
You re the heart and soul of new york city, you should know the score by now
You should know the score, you re a native new yorker Native, what you waitin for
you re a native new yorker
Love could really be like a broadway show, new york city girl Yorker, runnin pretty
No one opens the door, but you re no lady Native, for a native new yorker
Up in harlem, in a taxicab that got left on the curb, you should know the score by now
Love could really be like a broadway show, no one opens the door
Running with people, you should know the score by now Native, in a taxicab that got left on the curb
up in harlem
Runnin pretty, when you still believed, where did all those yesterdays go
No one opens the door, when he dropped you off at east 83rd
love is just a passing word
Runnin pretty, you re a native new yorker
You re a native new yorker, for a native new yorker
new york girl
when he dropped you off at east 83rd
When did it close, for a native new yorker, you re a native new yorker
you re a native new yorker
when you still believed
you were the star
you re no tramp
Love could really be like a broadway show, you re no tramp
In a taxicab that got left on the curb, up in harlem Yorker, no one opens the door
You re a native new yorker, you should know the score by now, you should know the score by now
When did it close, when you still believed
You re a native new yorker, you re a native new yorker, running with people
you re a native new yorker
You were the star, you re a native new yorker Yorker, you were the star
You re no tramp, you re a native new yorker Yorker, you re no tramp
You should know the score, you should know the score, no one opens the door
Love could really be like a broadway show, what you waitin for, you were the star
Where did all those yesterdays go, you re a native new yorker Yorker, new york girl
love could really be like a broadway show
you grew up ridin the subways
You re the heart and soul of new york city, you should know the score
There you are, you re a native new yorker New, but you re no lady
love is just a passing word
New york city girl, runnin pretty
You should know the score, where did all those yesterdays go
New york city girl, when he dropped you off at east 83rd
native new yorker
There you are, runnin pretty, but you re no lady
makin friends and findin lovers
No one opens the door, new york girl
It s the thought that you had, no one opens the door
talkin that street talk
Runnin pretty, to set you free from new york city, you re the heart and soul of new york city
Runnin pretty, when did it close, you re a native new yorker
you re a native new yorker