Native new yorkerodysseynew york girl, ooh, ooh, oohrunnin' pretty, new york city girltwenty-five, thirty-fivehello, baby, new york city girlyou grew up ridin' the subways, running with peopleup in harlem, down on broadwayyou're no tramp, but you're no lady, talkin' that street talkyou're the heart and soul of new york cityand love, love is just a passing wordit's the thought you had in a taxi cab that got left on the curbwhen he dropped you off and he stated firmoh, oh, oh [oh, oh, oh]you're a native new yorkeryou should know the score by now [you should know by now]you're a native new yorkernew york girl, ooh, ooh, oohmusic plays, everyone's dancin' closer and closermakin' friends and findin' loversthere you are lost in the shadows, searchin' for someone [searchin' forsomeone]to set you free from new york cityand, whoa, where did all those yesterdays gowhen you still believed love could really be like a broadway showyou are the star, win the applauseoh, oh, oh [oh, oh, oh]you're a native new yorkerno one opens the doorfor a native new yorker[runnin' pretty, new york city girl]ooh…ooh…ooh…native, native, native new yorkerwhere did all those yesterdays gowhen you still believed love could really be like a broadway showyou are the staryou're a native new yorkeryou should know the score by nowyou're a native new yorkeryou should know the score, you should know the score by nowyou're a native new yorker, oh, oh, oh[native, native, native new yorker]you're a native new yorkerwhoa, oh, ho, ho, you're a native new yorkeryou should know the score[native, native, native new yorker]you're a native new yorkerwhat you waitin' for, no one opens the door[you're a native new yorker]for a native, for a native new yorker