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