Native New Yorker lyrics

New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh

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