New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh [bad word]  pretty, New York City girl

Twenty-five, thirty-five

Hello, baby, New York City girl

You grew up ridin' the [bad word] 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 that 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, oh]

You're a native New Yorker

You should know the score by now [You should know 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 are lost in the shadows, searchin' for someone [Searchin' for

someone]

To set you free from New York City

And, whoa, where did all those yesterdays go

When you still believed love could really be like a Broadway show

You are the star, win the applause

Oh, oh, oh [Oh, oh, oh]

You're a native New Yorker

No one opens the door

For a native New Yorker
 [bad word]  pretty, New York City girl]

Ooh...ooh...ooh...

Native, native, native New Yorker

Where did all those yesterdays go

When you still believed love could really be like a Broadway show

You are the star

You're a native New Yorker

You should know the score by now

You're a native New Yorker

You should know the score, you should know the score by now

You're a native New Yorker, oh, oh, oh

[Native, native, native new Yorker]

You're a native New Yorker

Whoa, oh, ho, ho, you're a native New Yorker

You should know the score

[Native, native, native new Yorker]

You're a native New Yorker

What you waitin' for, no one opens the door

[You're a native New Yorker]

For a native, for a native New Yorker