Black Box - Native New Yorker (Jere MC's Extended Club Mix) Lyrics
New York style, style, styleNew York city, New York city girlNew York city, New York city girlYou grew up ridin' the subways,Runnin' with people up 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 at East and the ThirdOh, oh, ohYou're a native New YorkerYou should know the score by nowYou're a native New YorkerThe music plays, everyone's dancin' closer and closerMakin' friends and findin' loversThere you are lost in the shadows, searchin' for someoneTo set you free from New York CityAnd oh, where did all those yesterdays goWhen you still believed loveCould really be like a Broadway showYou were the star, when did it close?Oh, oh, ohYou're a native New YorkerNo more hope is the doorFor a native New YorkerOh, oh, ohYou're a native New YorkerYou should know the score by nowYou're a native New YorkerNew York city, New York city girlNew York city, New York city girl