Runnin' pretty, New York City girl (twenty-five, thirty-five)
Hello, baby, New York City girl

You grew up ridin' 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, oh, oh (oh, oh, 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, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Music plays, everyone's dancin' closer and closer
Makin' friends and findin' lovers
There you are lost in the shadows, searchin' for someone (searchin' for someone)
To set you free from New York City

And, whoa, 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, oh, oh (oh, oh, oh)
You're a native New Yorker
No one opens the door
For a native New Yorker

(Runnin' pretty, New York City girl)

Where did all those yesterdays go
When you still believed love could really be like a Broadway show
You're 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, native New Yorker)
You're a native New Yorker

You're a native New Yorker
You should know the score (native, native, native, native New Yorker)
You're a native New Yorker

What you waitin' for, no one opens the door (you're a native New Yorker)
For a native, for a native New Yorker Writer/s: Denny Randell, Sandy Linzer
Publisher: MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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