Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Native New Yorker , by - Black Box. Song from the album Positive Vibration, in the genre ДискоRelease date: 02.03.1997
Record label: Tuneless
Song language: English
Native New Yorker |
| 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 |
| It’s the thought you had in a taxi cab that got left on the curb |
| When he dropped you off and he stated firm |
| Oh, oh, oh [Oh, oh, |
| You’re a native New Yorker |
| You should know the score by now |
| You’re a native New Yorker |
| New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh |
| Music plays, everyone’s dancin' closer and closer |
| Makin' friends and findin' lovers |
| There you… |