New York 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    It's the thought you had in a taxi cab that got left on the curb    When he dropped you off at East and the Third       Oh, oh, oh    You're a native New Yorker    You should know the score by now    You're a native New Yorker       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    When you still believed love    Could really be like a Broadway show    You were the star, when did it close?       Oh, oh, oh    You're a native New Yorker    No more hope is the door    For a native New Yorker    Oh, oh, oh    You're a native New Yorker    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