Native New Yorker (12" Disco Mix)

New York

Runnin' pretty, New York City girl

Twenty-five, thirty-five, hello, baby

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

It's the thought you had in a taxicab

That got left on the curb

When we dropped you off at East 83rd

Oh, you're a native New Yorker

You should know the score by now

You're a native New Yorker

New York

The music plays and 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

And, oh, 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, 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 New Yorker

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

You're a native New Yorker

You should know the score, you should know the score by now

You're a native New Yorker

You're a native New Yorker

Oh, you're a native New Yorker

You should know the score

You're a native New Yorker

What you waiting for?

No one opens the door for a native, for a native New Yorker