Native New Yorker - Black Box

New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh

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 and he stated firm

Oh, oh, oh [Oh, oh,

You’re a native New Yorker

You should know the score by now

You’re a native New Yorker

New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh

Music plays, everyone’s dancin' closer and closer

Makin' friends and findin' lovers

There you…