Native New Yorker - Lion Babe

Running pretty, New York City girl, 25, 35

Hello baby, New York City girl

You grew up riding the subways running with people

Up in Harlem, down on Broadway

You’re no tramp but you’re no lady

Talking that street talk

You’re the heart and soul of New York City

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 at East 83rd

You’re a native New Yorker

You should know the score by now

You’re a native New Yorker

There you are, lost in the shadows

Searching for someone

To set you free from New York City

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

No one opens the door

For a native New Yorker