New York style, style, style, style

New York City

New York City girl

New York City

New York City girl

You grew up ridin' the subways, runnin' 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 (passing word)

It's the thought you had in a taxi cab that got left on the curb (left on

the curb)

When he dropped you off at East and the Third

Oh, oh, oh

You're a native New Yorker (New York City girl)

You should know the score by now

You're a native New Yorker (New York City girl)

The music plays, everyone's dancin' closer and closer

Makin' friends and findin' lovers

There you are lost in the shadows, searchin' for someone

To set you free from New York City

And oh, where did all those yesterdays go (yesterdays go)

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

Broadway show)

You were the star, when did it close?

Oh, oh, oh

You're a native New Yorker (New York City girl)

No more hope is the door

For a native New Yorker (New York City girl)

Oh, oh, oh

You're a native New Yorker (New York City girl)

You should know the score by now

You're a native New Yorker

New York City

New York City girl

New York City

New York City girl

New York City

New York City girl

New York City

New York City girl