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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 on the 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 | ||