Native New Yorker
Black Box
Letra

New York 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
It´s the thought you had in a taxi cab that got left on the curb
When he dropped you off at East and the Third
Oh, oh, oh
You´re a native New Yorker
You should know the score by now
You´re a native New Yorker
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
When you still believed love could really be like a Broadway show
You were the star, when did it close?
Oh, oh, oh
You´re a native New Yorker
No more hope is the door
For a native New Yorker
Oh, oh, oh
You´re a native New Yorker
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