Native New Yorker

Odyssey | Durée : 04:20

Compositeur : Sandy Linzer, Denny Randell

Paroles
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, 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, 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 (Runnin' pretty, New York City girl) Where did all those yesterdays go When you still believed love could really be like a Broadway show You're 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, native New Yorker) You're a native New Yorker You're a native New Yorker You should know the score (native, 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
DENNY RANDELL,SANDY LINZER
Peermusic Publishing,SANDY LINZER PRODUCTIONS INC