Native New Yorker
LION BABE
Ay, uh (ohh), woo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
New York, New York
Running pretty, New York City girl
Twenty-five, thirty-five
Hello baby, New York City girl
You grew up riding the subways running with people (running, running)
Up in Harlem, down on Broadway
You're no tramp but you're no lady (no lady)
Talking that street talk (uh, that street talk)
You're the heart and soul of New York City
Love, love is just a passing word (oh)
It's the thought you had in a taxi cab
That got left on the curb (ooh)
When he dropped you off at East 83rd, ohh
You're a native New Yorker (New York, New York, woo)
You should know the score by now (you should know by now)
You're a native New Yorker, ohh
Yeah (ohh, hey)
There you are, lost in the shadows
Searching for someone
To set you free from New York City
Ohh, where did all those yesterdays go?
When you still believed
Love could really be like a Broadway show
You are the star, when did it close?
You're a native New Yorker (New York, New York, woo)
No one opens the door
For a native New Yorker, ooh
Ohh, break it down, woo
Oh, oh it's my city
Oh
(Where did all those yesterdays go?) Check it out
(Believed, love could really be like a Broadway show) Love could really be
Oh, you're a native New Yorker
Ohh, you're a native New Yorker
You should know the score by now (you should know by now)
You're a native New Yorker, ohh
Ow, ay, oh, woo (ohh)
New York, New York
New York City girl, twenty-five, thirty-five
New York City girl
Written by: Denny Randell, Sandy LinzerLyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLCLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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