Lyrics - Native New Yorker by Black Box

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 onthe 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

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